Hi there. I'm married to a woman and I have a kid. I'm Vera, and I'm a straight crossdresser
Yes, I had shingles, and, as I was about to find out, even though everyone has sorta heard of it and a third of Americans get it during their lifetime, most people don't really have a good handle on what shingles is.
Life could always be worse. You could have woken up as one of these poor bastards.
However worthless your marketing degree feels, it could be much, much worse.
We're here to tell you about the creeps who used the respectability granted to them by their diplomas and white coats (mostly the white coats) to do horrible things.
I don't want to oversell myself, but I think that over the next two pages we're going to solve this problem forever.
We just want this up here as a reference in case the government ever catches on to our knockoff Pokemon business.
How could a label that had Parliament-Funkadelic, KISS, Donna Summer, and Village People in their prime consistently lose money?
Writing for a living can be enough to drive anyone nuts -- but for the writers who were nuts to begin with, hoo boy does it get bad.
When you actually take the time to examine the gender assumptions present in these images, shit gets real weird real fast.
It turns out that this whole thing is more complicated than anyone seems to realize.
What I am finding as time goes on is that we are all secretly Billy Joel.
Welcome to the insane, Dali-esque world of mathematical probability.
Just within the past decade, the DEA has racked up a list of exploits that reads like the daily planner of a caricature of an insane police officer.