Jeremy Corbyn?
Joey Barton?
Yes and yes.
Hey! I wanna play the cripple this time!
It took so long to bake it!
I’ll never have that recipe again
I found the person dropzone was talking about. Let’s just say they’re not playing anymore.
Grasping what gist of the OP I can, I am reminded of a good friend who married a woman whose health was as frail as a soap bubble - for years she teetered on the edge of oblivion, having to be helped totter from the car to a chair and back again, endless special diet needs. Unable to work, of course, and he had to shape his limited work windows around her care. Once my daughter bumped into her at a Fourth of July party - bumped gently against her, what most of us would call brushing by - and she slowly collapsed in a heap, needing twenty minutes of help and rest to stand up and totter to a chair.
It always smelled like complete bullshit, as she could walk just fine when she thought no one was watching and did all kinds of things if necessary/motivated.
I talked to him about ten years later, and they’d divorced… because she had been sued by Unca Sammy for millions in Medicare fraud. Couldn’t repay twenty years of a good man’s life, though.
Have you tried googling it?
You realize Google is a female right? Proof, try completing a sentence before she doesn’t start making suggestions.
Oh God, that’s me, stairs, and bifocals. A stick helps. But I’m complaining about my wife, who has become more disabled since becoming disabled two years ago, seemingly by choice. I have left messages on her nurse/social worker’s voicemail saying, “This woman is suicidally depressed. It’s how she got to this state. Ignore her chipperness. She’s lying. Do something because I can’t.”
She thinks she knows medicine. I know mental illness.
Didn’t Gregor Samsa awake one morning to find that he’d been transformed into a giant centipede?
A translation for the retarded:
Our daughter–note the relationship? Or is that too subtle for you? It’s like this. When a mommy and a daddy… :smack:
Roughly the distance from the sofa to the car, then from the car to daughter’s living room.
Thought it was obvious. Still do. Too woulda been a better choice than* so*. I was angrily frustrated.
For fuck sake, I thought that was obvious, too.
Y’all are just messing with me, aintcha?
Yep. You’re saying that you and some other person have a daughter. That doesn’t necessarily mean that the next sentence is about that person. In fact, those two sentences work just as well if you are addressing your mom or MIL.
They must be with the FFS part but the WTF were also in regard to your ambiguous OP.
Didn’t know first person, plural, possessive pronouns worked like that. You’ve edumacated me.
Okay, it can. I understand. I should’ve addressed the person I was addressing more clearly. It’s the Pit. I’m me. Of course I’m griping about my wife.
Or my kids. Or coworkers. Probably not my mom or my MIL, but it’s still a big tent. I’m just glad that English is not more heavily gendered.
Cockroach. Not you, Gregor Samsa.
Speaking of Damon, I just saw him on Tanked. They put in two fish tanks. Did you know he has 5 daughters and his wife was pregnant again at the time of the show? I covet his house especially the awesome swimming pool. Anyway,hijack over-back to your scheduled rant.
O, the fucking irony of using the word retarded in this discussion about disability.
I’m all about the irony.