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  • When my mom left my dad, there was a day my mom was picking me up. This was the late 80s/early 90s. She was wearing a sweatshirt from the clothing brand “BUM”. For those of you who are younger, you might be able to find pictures of your grandparents wearing clothing with the word “BUM” written in a basic font across their chest. This was for a very short time, a very popular brand that nobody questioned why it was called “BUM”.

    So, my mom is wearing that sweatshirt. My mom has recently left my dad, and my dad is in a very negative head space where he just wants to belittle and insult my mom any way that he can. Shocking she’d ever leave him, I know. But his comment was "Oh yeah? You wearing that BUM sweatshirt? You know what BUM means? Black Urban Male! Your sweatshirt makes you a black man!

    My dad was/is a pretty racist person. There’s a reason he has no friends, and his only child (me) doesn’t even really talk to him. He’s all alone now. Let that be a lesson to everybody. Don’t be a racist. Nobody likes racists.



  • I’m American. My grandpa was American. After my grandma died, he remarried a British woman.

    One time when I was 7, she asked if I wanted pudding with dinner. As a kid I said YES!!! I didn’t even ask what flavor. Chocolate. Vanilla. Tapioca. Banana. Fuck it. I don’t care. You offered pudding, and a fat kids answer is always yes. No further questions needed.

    Well, we have this meal with meat and gravy, and potatos, and a biscuit. It was all very good.

    But then dinner was over.

    And I’m waiting.

    Everyone is leaving the table. They’re acting like the meal is over.

    Haaaaaaaaang on.

    “Um…excuse me…is the pudding ready?”

    “Oh. You want another pudding? I think we have some more.”

    “…more?”

    And then she hands me a teacup plate with another biscuit.

    “I mean…ok. I’ll eat this too, but where is the pudding?”

    “Dear, this IS your pudding!”

    long silence as I realize there is no pudding

    “This is why everyone besides papa doesn’t like you.”

    42 now. I stand by what I said. You don’t tease a fat kid with sweets, and then give glorified bread.

    In general I liked her. I was the only one who did.

    In that moment though??? She was dead to me.














  • No no no! You’ve got it all wrong!

    See, what you do is use the same password for EVERYTHING! And make it super easy to remember. Even easy to guess in case you forget. Something like “Password1!”. It has all the things! A capitol letter, A number. Even a symbol. So all those pesky sites will be like “You must use a capitol letter, a number, a symbol, and at least 8 characters”. Well then you’ll be like “shut your fucking piehole, I already have that!”

    Plus, Password is so easy to guess, nobody would guess you’d be that stupid to use it as your password! It’s the perfect password!