I spent a good chunk of my weekend scrambling to finish this comic. I hope you like it. I was really trying to push myself with the colours.
THAT’S ADORABLE! :D :D :D
Or a playstation or a flat screen TV or a newer car, etc and etc. I know people that work under the table for half their pay and get paid on the books for the rest and collect welfare. I know of drug dealers that collect for tax purposes even though they pull in thousands of untaxed money each month dealing. Tell me how I am not supposed to be upset with these people like I am with greedy corporate cronies? I’m not heartless. These people are selfish and unethical.
Except not everyone who has nice things is automatically cheating the system. People are given things as gifts. People buy things and THEN qualify for assistance. People save up for nice things.
You can’t assume what someone’s situation is just by what they own.
We were eating only donated Panera bread, rice, and turnips. My father was sneaking to the various blood banks in town to sell his plasma at twice the rate they allow. My mother was dying due to not having her medicine, which cost well over $1,200 a month after insurance.
My autistic baby brother wanted to do something nice for me.
He worked for months making custom art pieces to sell. He worked up courage despite crippling social anxiety and speech problems to ask the neighbors if he could do chores for them to earn more money - raking the yard, helping clean their house, walking their dogs.
For nine months he carefully hoarded his money in a jar in his bedroom. He counted it every single night and compared it to the cost of what he wanted to get for me for Christmas.
Finally he had enough. He bought me a DS Lite and a pokemon game.
He was so happy.
Until one of our neighbors, a highly conservative jackass, saw me with it outside a couple weeks later. My brother was with me.
The neighbor stormed up and became screaming at us, a pair of teenagers, over how we could be so selfish to spend money on “electronic shit” when we were a family on food stamps. Spittle flying from his lips, cuss words every other second, rage radiating off of him so violently that our father came running out of the house - at a limp, since his spine is broken, which causes him horrific daily pain beyond what I can imagine - to protect us.
My brother was never the same again. There is no happy ending here. That episode in his life changed him permanently and for the past seven years he has almost never left his room and never gone to a friend’s house. He is terrified of the neighbors and believes he is a bad person.
Because of fucking people like you OP.
Because of fuckers who believe that they know what life is like for everyone and have a right to judge.
So fuck you OP. If you know drug dealers, report them, go on and put your ass on the line then. But for fuck’s sake don’t you dare thing you understand what goes on in the life of the people who live in never-ending, grinding poverty. Because you have *no fucking clue* what goes on in the detailed lives of others.
You want to talk selfish? Look in the fucking mirror.
Can I just add my two cents here?
I am 26, a single mother of a nonverbal low-functioning autistic 3 year old. My child may never talk, will never be independent, and may possibly be on an eating tube soon.
He is 3 with an eating disorder. He has a hyper-sensitive gag reflex and he cannot eat anything with textures. That means he has to eat pureed foods, such as baby foods, possibly for the rest of his life. Certain smells that hit his gag cause him to vomit instantly, so introducing new foods gets expensive.
I am divorced, and I have lost everything from it. The house I grew up in, my car, my friends, my support, my religion. I was married to a very abusive and emotionally damaging man, and was not allowed to graduate highschool, get a job, have friends, so getting a career is firmly impossible at this time. I did manage to get my GED and a used minivan, but nobody will currently hire somebody with my inexperience and my schedule, which I have to fit around my son’s massive amounts of schooling and therapies.
The tattoos I have, I have had since I was 18. The piercings, too, which I don’t even wear in public anymore. I cannot provide for my child alone, and there is nothing more devastating than that. I have been given a studio apartment out of sympathy, and I can barely afford the bills that tack along with it.
So we are in the system. And every time I go to check out at the grocery store, and people see the massive amounts of food, and realize I am checking out with an EBT card, the humiliation that burns through me, you will never know.
I have been hit, scratched, choked. I have had my car keyed. I have had people call my son a bastard out-right and that I should’ve kept my legs closed rather than be a burden to tax payers’ money.
People like you are the reason I cry every night . People like you are the reason I know there IS NO HOPE for people like me.
WE PAUSED AND OH MY GOD
WHIP IT OUT BABY!
Oh my God!!! It took me an eternity to understand this LOL
spelling bee moderator: contestant 142, your word is “fergalicious”
contestant: *looks around nervously* um… could i please have a definition?
moderator: *flips through dictionary* “fergalicious. definition: make them boys go loco.”
Could you use it in a sentence?
family guy is like that horrible dog that barks at everything really loudly and offensively but one time bit the really big football douchebag and made him cry
Very accurate comment
Ellen winning her 14th People’s Choice Award
"Well, bitch, that’s what happens when you’re fucking Ellen DeGeneres."
Omfg can we appreciate matty from awkward sort of peering over to see Ellen bless him
we arent even on hiatus
but that second one is an actual line from the show
I love this, it’s fabulous and amazing, but the book worm in me is all, “Oh you did not just wreck that book. Those pages are so going to be warped now.”
Let me just explain why this is awesome.
One, I never leave the house, ever. I am incredibly self-conscious (fat), and I have scars running up both arms from years of an abusive relationship. I have cigarette burns down my chest and I have a scar from stitches on my neck, so going out in public is just…it doesn’t happen. Two, I actually got the nerve, the fricking NERVE to ask these fabulous guys for a photograph at my very first ren-fair. I never talk to anybody at these things, and for me to physically ask was amazing, and took more guts than I can say. Three, these were some of the NICEST people I have ever met, and I am so glad they let me take a photo with them. A friend of mine who is a photographer even snapped the photo for me.
So, in short, this is one of the most awesome moments of my nerdiness. And I just wanted to share it. It still makes me squee and clap and dance around at how I was able to do this. So, you know, not everybody is jerky and mean and a lot of people are totally awesome and understanding. Never know until you ask :D
Who else is enjoying watching others suffer with snow?!
Experiments are Fun by Sash-kash
this is just perfect.
this is an all time favourite ……