I've not posted much regarding the election on Facebook as I don't want a bunch of grief from dipshits like my brother.
Last night I posted that I was/had voted Democrat and made the statement that once the "Grab 'em in the pussy" remark came to the fore, I was done and nothing has happened since to make be change my mind.
Got the most interesting take on that remark from someone I grew up with you called it "locker room talk" that happened 20 years ago when Trump didn't know he was being recorded. There's some spin right there.
She went on and on about the bazillions of illegal immigrants and some other nonsense about how Kamala should not be allowed to run and blah, fucking blah.
Backstory - this is a woman my sister's age. They were pretty good friends when in school and I got brought into the circle later. My sister was NOT allowed to stay at her house when they were growing up....pretty harsh considering the insanity that was our house. But then there was the time that (we will call her S) S's father who was one of the owners of the biggest industry in town called our high school looking for a part time bookkeeper. Sr. Mary Claire thought I would be a perfect fit and set up an interview for me. I went to the interview - mind you the man was a golf and card playing friend of my father. Instead of talking about anything having to do with an office job, he proceeded to say that I knew his marriage wasn't good and he would pay me to spend time with him (wink, wink).
I suppose you can call it locker room talk when you were raised by a man proposing prostitution with an underage girl.
Goddamn, I hate people sometimes.
Last night I posted that I was/had voted Democrat and made the statement that once the "Grab 'em in the pussy" remark came to the fore, I was done and nothing has happened since to make be change my mind.
Got the most interesting take on that remark from someone I grew up with you called it "locker room talk" that happened 20 years ago when Trump didn't know he was being recorded. There's some spin right there.
She went on and on about the bazillions of illegal immigrants and some other nonsense about how Kamala should not be allowed to run and blah, fucking blah.
Backstory - this is a woman my sister's age. They were pretty good friends when in school and I got brought into the circle later. My sister was NOT allowed to stay at her house when they were growing up....pretty harsh considering the insanity that was our house. But then there was the time that (we will call her S) S's father who was one of the owners of the biggest industry in town called our high school looking for a part time bookkeeper. Sr. Mary Claire thought I would be a perfect fit and set up an interview for me. I went to the interview - mind you the man was a golf and card playing friend of my father. Instead of talking about anything having to do with an office job, he proceeded to say that I knew his marriage wasn't good and he would pay me to spend time with him (wink, wink).
I suppose you can call it locker room talk when you were raised by a man proposing prostitution with an underage girl.
Goddamn, I hate people sometimes.
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