When mine is gone I’m far more concerned about who’s going to kill the nasty spider now than texting my bodily functions.
In the 80’s, whenIwas in 6th grade,Iwas friends withacool kid. That was up until the day he told me thatIowed him becauseIwas white and (apparently) my ancestors had owned slaves. That was the first timeIrealized he was black.
Istill wonder whatIdid to set him off.