This is from the Trailer Park Boys show, it’s the character Philadelphia Collins…

There’s just a greasy space.

I’m in this photo and I don’t like it.

I always have two phones going, one I’m playing a world building game on, the other just whatever. Sometimes while watching TV on my tablet. It’s very much not healthy but it’s the only thing preventing me from weeping because things are bad.

I could just kiss you.

Now that I’m vegan these articles are so bizarre to me. Oh the price of corpse has gone up? And the industry that produces said corpse is price gouging? That’s nice I’ll have these lovely inexpensive chick peas for dinner and not participate in death and abuse and rape, and my health will be better for it. It’s pretty easy to do.

I worked in an ER for three years and health care for twenty, and I have yet to see anyone die waiting.

I worked in an ER. If you were rabies exposed they moved a lot faster than that.

Let’s touch tubes.

Thriller utterly terrified me as a child.

It was just weird in the 80s. A very very different era.

Agreed.

I’m a practicing Christian. I also believe in abortion and birth control like I personally invented them. I worked with a gyne who performed them and it’s such a nothing of a procedure. Every pathology report said the same thing “spongy hemorrhagic tissue with no fetal parts”. The fuss is literally over a tiny bit of tissue.

Nobody should have to be pregnant if they don’t want to, ever.

Omg

I once asked my ex husband “does it have Scweppevescence” (it was a tag line in a ginger ale commercial), and told my current husband that I had figured out the tile problem.

This is wonderful!

I was the same way when I visited smoking family, I’d strip at the door and hit the shower when I got home.

Mopping the walls, my God.

What was this car again? I remember this.

Somewhere on Facebook.

Remember how everything smelled like cigarettes? Like that was the smell of the 80s.

I was thinking the other day about how in my 80s childhood that we were taught to avoid “dirty old men”. Like nobody did anything about men preying on children, they just told you to avoid them. We had a neighbour growing up who had lost his teaching job for exposing himself to his students, and he also exposed himself to several other people in the neighbourhood, and did a lot of other creepy antisocial things (like abduct my cat and dump her outside of town, or put a sandwich bag over her head), and yet I was sent to piano lessons with his wife, where sometimes he would wander into the room in his underwear. If that was someone today he’d be on a sex offender list and in jail, but my parents thought it would be rude not to send me there for lessons.

We also had a guy who roamed around naked in the woodlot behind the grade school. I thought it was an urban legend and then I saw him myself one day when I was crossing the bridge overhead.