And then there’s my brother. Who forced my knees apart behind the couch in the basement when we were both butt-naked after a game of spin the bottle/strip poker with our two good friends, who sat on the other side of the couch (fully clothed, they quit the game.) And in thirty years of attempted psychotherapy and psychoanalysis this has never come up! 334 more words
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No matter how low you set the bar, Donald Trump finds a way to go under it.
In the midst of the outrage about the outrage over Cecil the lion’s death, there was an insightful comment in the Dallas Morning News, in a letter by Don McElfresh, published on… 166 more words