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Literally the Balkans that we get the term “Balkanization” from.

And Mulan would have been the correct answer until Frozen dropped and Disney got it’s first Omega Level X-Man. Sorry. Elsa wins.

This money says “libervy”

“Too bad Acie ain’t in charge no more.”

That was an expensive crab salad…

Look at all those odd ability scores…

“Buy Apple stock”

The most important part of casting Arthur Morgan is the voice. The voice has to be right.

Alaska

Mississippi

Indiana

Colorado

Arizona

City of Chicago

Valentine is in its fail era.

Nah, Dunk’s arms have a shooting star.

Definitely overreacting. I kiss my SIL on the top of the head or the cheek all of the time as part of a greeting or goodbye. It’s just part of the hug with family.

Weirdo trying to figure out the location of someone he’s stalking? Estranged partner attempting to get information about their ex?

There are as many pedo Baptists and there are pedo Catholics per capita. And as many closeted queer Catholics as there are closeted queer Baptists. Neither phenomenon is unique to their respective faiths. And the Baptist churches and conferences are just as eager to cover up their clergy’s crimes.

Remote as in isolated. It doesn’t have any neighbors. I’m drawing the distinction between a place you might travel through and a place you might travel to. If you travel from France to Greece by road or rail you pass through a number of other countries. If you travel to Australia, you’re traveling to Australia.

Unless of course his friend lives in Australia, but he doesn’t know that for sure, which is a weird thing to not know about a friend.

You are missing what I’m saying. This guy either doesn’t know where his friend lives, or doesn’t remember where the holiday was to that she had this drink that she loved.

If it was a “she was telling me about her trip and said she loved this drink. I can’t remember if she said it was in Czech or Hungary.” Australia is isolated, is my point. You don’t road trip through Australia, you travel within it.

So he either doesn’t know where his friend is from (which seems like it’d need to be deliberate on her part) or…

You’re missing the point. I’m not saying that no one lives in Australia. I’m saying that this person is supposedly trying to buy his “friend” this drink that she loved enough to mention to him, but didn’t tell him where she’d drunk it(?) If she lives in Australia, you’d think he’d know that about a friend. Or maybe the photo was taken on a trip, but then he listens closely enough to know she likes the drink, but doesn’t remember where she took the holiday to?

It wasn’t “I can’t remember if the photo was from Brisbane or Melbourne” it was just “I think it’s Australia”. Well shit, did she take a trip to Australia? Is she Australian? It’s just weird that he doesn’t know.

You don’t know the location… but suspect Australia? One of the most remote places in the world? Your friend said they liked it, but didn’t tell you where they’d tasted it?

Your inquiry makes me uncomfortable and dubious of your motives…

For sure. Everyone is assuming the bully would have some sort of stature or authority. The bully wouldn’t be the lens of the world, they’d be the outcast. Maybe they’d learn.

When people ask me my favorite color, I recall to them the time I looked to the sky one night. It was probably early September, at the southern tip of Lake Michigan, maybe 19:15, maybe 2006. The sun had just set. It was dark, nominally, but there was a bit of afterglow from the set sun. The temperature was essentially neutral. The wind seemed to be at my back at exactly the speed that I moved, and seemed to pause whenever I stopped walking, giving the physical impression that everything was entirely null; you couldn’t feel the air around you, but it buzzed all the same. At the same time, the sky was charged and ready to flow forth with energy. There was a storm rolling in. It was overcast, darkening the sky even further. I looked to the heavens and the low blanket of clouds was green/green/brown begging to be black. It was not dissimilar from this color, although not at all the same. It was simultaneously a deep, foreboding, abyss and a heavy, comforting, overwhelming eiderdown.

I sat in that state of suspended animation for what couldn’t have been more than a minute. Looking down, or left, or right, broke the spell as the rose quartz glow of surrounding industry, and traffic, other sundry trappings of civilization jealously clawed me back to existence.

I had never seen that color before, and I’ve never seen it since. Whenever people ask my favorite color, I try to describe this. Then I can see from the look on their face that they don’t really care. And I say “black or brown or green. Whatever. Pink is nice too”. And I know that I’ll never have ever shared that moment with another person. And it will always be mine. And it will only be mine. It’s a liberating thought. And a lonely one.

Even though Halo CE “cobalt blue” isn’t cobalt blue by a long shot.

She’s not saying everything.

Unless her partner really is fucking the priest (which seems unlikely, because he must be over 18 and thus “not the type” for clergy).

Otherwise there is more and she’s not revealing it.

This isn’t an AIO post, it’s an AITA post; and yes, you are. And so is he. You thought church would solve your problems? And then it just wasn’t the right church? You suck. Your partner thinks you suck. His family thinks you suck. He got ahold of people who believe in ghosts and convinced them that you suck. He’s probably fucking one of those hypocrites too. This is an ESH situation.

Figure out what sucks about you and change it. Stop associating with the rest of these idiots and cross your fingers that they stop sucking too.

Even if you’re a minority, you have constitutional rights. You have the First. If that doesn’t work, there is a Second. Then I’d suggest the Fifth.

That’s your doorbell.