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Was just thinking to myself that this makes me not to watch Frasier re-runs anymore, but then I was like oh right... Niles. <3

FFS, people. Humanism is not a “more inclusive” version of feminism.

The skeleton thing might be a little heavy for a 3 year old, but your comment reminded me of this.

This is my thought any time someone talks about how grisly a procedure is. “You realize a woman’s body doesn’t just have an ‘eject’ button, right?”

Replace mother with step mother and you have mine.

This! Every person on here is like “he’s gross” or “he seems like a shit head” but every interview I’ve seen where he’s being himself, and his posts on IG about his standup and people he works with, he honestly seems articulate and lovely. I kinda fell in love with him reading her anecdotes about him in “Yes Please.”

When this episode first came on, my roommate and I kept it on Tivo and cued up to this spot for, like, probably a year. Everyone who came into our house had to watch it.

“It doesn’t get ‘easier’; more like just further away.”

What a perfect description. My mom will have been gone for 15 years on October 10. The first few years were nearly unbearable, but it’s steadily gotten smoother as time has marched on. Birthdays and holidays still sting like a bitch though, and I never quite know

It’s Uzbeki-beki-beki-beki-stan-stan all over again.

I picked that one up too. From E.T.?

Oh man, that’s joining my repertoire. Right there next to twat waffle.

Wonder what republican candidate she’ll wind up touring around and campaigning for? Joe Six-pack ain’t got nothin’ on Kim Davis.

I was about to object to this, but then remembered that whenever I travel outside the metro-Atlanta area of Georgia it’s the same damn thing.

This may be true. I can only speak of the ones I was raised in.

So wouldn’t leaving said baby in the car on a boiling hot day constitute... failing?

I had an incredibly realistic looking baby doll (this was in the mid-80s) that was creepy as hell. It wasn’t even a pretty baby. There were boys and girls, complete with realistic genitalia and belly buttons with the hanging-off-umbilical-cord-thingies (can you tell I’m not a mom?)

We childless harpies only have ourselves to blame. NO GRANDBABIES FOR YOU!

I once thanked a police officer for giving me a speeding ticket, and didn’t realize it until he was walking away and my friend was like, “Did you just hear yourself?”