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What was the median household income in 1978?

Lock her up! Lock her up!

Most likely everybody'll see what they want to see, and the screaming will continue unabated. That's why I keep focussing on the law. If it ain't the law, it's just politicians yelling at each other and their respective marching morons eating it up with a spoon.

Whatever happened to the good ol' days, when used-up teenage whores were found floating facedown in the river?

So, when the smoke clears and the mirrors are shattered, all Canadians will see Da Troof, like the pristine Rockies gleaming in the sun? Yeah, good luck with that.

So, would it be fair to say the eminent is imminent?

Must be the meth.

Three or four drinks'd do for my mom.

Hmm. . . in my mind, I'm trying to design a Confederate/BLM/Pride flag. Piss everybody off.

Well, at least he's not claiming she was English. Baby steps. . .

I was in an RV once. I don't wanna talk about it. I got out alive, so it's all good. . .

Slow down some if you're driving. If not, speed up!

As the op-ed says, it's pretty complicated. If this is working in Calgary, I hope it becomes a standard for cities. I just don't completely trust the WaPo to get the full story, intentionally or unintentionally.

I'm three-spirited. My body houses a masculine spirit, a feminine spirit, and distilled spirits.

I'm sure the terms will change. Like racial terms. When the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People was formed, "colored" was the polite term for Blacks. Personally, I think gender terms should reflect the individual's equipment, what the person likes to do with it, to whom...

Does that make the terms illegitimate? Knowledge advances. Well, generally it does. Round this site it seems pretty stuck in the 1980s.

Hope it didn't cost you too much.

It is the way. . . (dwamatic pause). . . of my people!

All hairlines come from maternal genetics. Male pattern baldness (or lack of same) are carried through the female line, like haemophilia. If anybody here is young enough to wonder if they'll go bald. . . don't look at your father (assuming you know who he is). Look at your mother's brothers.

You're more tedious than Torchy.