But who would you get to look down on if the guy with the McJob is making almost the same as you?

I f*cking hope that was sarcasm

Just needs a rotary phone!

Littlefinger sums it up nicely...

Awesome for you that your body is “pretty much the same” after giving birth. Not everyone is able to humble-brag about that.

I felt pretty destroyed after giving birth to the almost 10lb ham that is my son.
My vag felt (and probably looked) like a blown out tire on the side of the highway. Between the scaring and…

Oh God, the hell that is selling lingerie.

I worked in a little bridal boutique for years and the amount of women wearing badly fitting bras is astounding.

I was serving a woman who wanted to wear a bustier because she’d been everywhere and couldn’t find a strapless bra that would work. We’re in the dressing room and…

10 years and it still feels like yesterday.

An ex of mine was in the military. A couple of my friends were surprised that he didn’t own a gun himself. He said it’s like that episode of friends when Rachel meets the Gynecologist...

“But don’t be a whore. But stop being such a fucking prude, loosen up”

It’s the portions that kill you. I look back and wonder how I ate junk, never worked out, and stayed thin. It was because my BFF and I were broke AF so we walked everywhere and usually split entrees.

It, Murder Most Royal, and Flowers in the Attic were the first 3 “grown up” books I remember reading. I’d sneak them off the bookshelf at my Nana’s when I’d sleepover and read them under the blankets. I couldn’t have been more than 8 or so.

Don’t kid yourself.

I’m white. A lot of my family and friends are white trash. Thats what they are. They’ll refer to THEMSELVES as white trash.

What about all the poor white trash that commit crimes? That commit welfare fraud and sponge off the system? What do they contribute? Do you seriously think its only boarder-crossers that work under-the-table cash jobs?

My daughter was a good sleeper, my son not so much. He’s 4 now and it’s rare for him to sleep through the night. It’s like being 19 again, I wake up some mornings feeling that weird combination of hungover and still drunk, even though I haven’t had as much as a glass of wine since New Years. Ugh

Thank you. My son is also an asshole. I love him to death, but, asshole

How do the raids work exactly? Are they plain-clothes officers? Do they dress up and go in like S.W.A.T teams? Do they have to identify themselves? What’s to stop people from calling the cops on them because they see “armed men acting suspiciously”? 

But the cops hanging around at 2am keep idiot drunk people from driving home and killing someone or causing property damage.

What do these raids stop? Who is protected by it?