Even the chili cheese ones?!

THAT GIF!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!1!!111!!!

Yes, yes it was.

You’ve beat me on that one, but I do have a work story about stepping in human feces in my bare feet. Then the owner of that feces tried to punch me in the face.

I won’t even have a chance until they have one themed “Dysfunctional Family” or “Crazy Family Secrets.” I’m biding my time.

My college roommate and “friend” just stared at me in shock the first time she saw me without makeup. “Um, no, it’s fine. You just look really...different.” Another gem. “MrsPeggyHill, I thought I told you never to wear that jacket again. No? Oh, it must have been when you weren’t here.” We’re not friends any longer.…

But wouldn’t he get a royalty if it was on TV? I rented a Roman Polanski movie from the library because I knew he couldn’t possibly profit off of it, and it wasn’t even good. Lesson learned.

This is how I have felt for my whole life. Why can everyone else dress themselves and do makeup and hair? Where did they learn that? Then I became a mother, and the need to look like a woman and not a human burp rag asserted itself quite powerfully. I started watching Youtube hair tutorials and they are incredibly…

Try dry shampoo or hair powder. Not Your Mother’s has one called Girl Powderful or something.

I am definitely not on this lady’s side, but am I the only one who feels the coverage on this is bordering on slut shaming? It’s relevant to mention the Playboy spread because it proves this woman is a hypocrite, but it was in the headline of the first article and it was mentioned in this piece without any context.…

Ooooh, that would have been really good.

I am descended from a MAJOR polygamist. He had 43 wives and 65 children. On my mother’s side, I’m descended from the captain of the Mayflower. Score!

I’m just going to wade in because, why not? You already have a pet, so you definitely have the capacity to love and care for another being, even when they are difficult and misbehave sometimes. The thing about your children is, what you feel for them is like that times a gorillian. I once took like thirty pictures of…

Same here. I can’t take my kids to play outside because the limited grassy areas are covered in excrement.

I was on a competitive dance team with a group of horrible bullies from 7th to 12th grade. They were always picking on me and I never could seem to show them up. There was a particular incident where I said/did something dumb and they mocked me about for YEARS. I believe the line I said was: “We’re dancers; we can do…

I always had a hairbrush and oil absorbing papers that I used multiple times a day. If I ran out of the pads, I would run to the bathroom and blot my face with toilet paper. I was incredibly obsessed with gum, and gum moochers were considered evil. Don't even get me started on the glitter! I had a roll on glitter…

This reminds me of when I was eight and came home from visiting my grandparents to find that my step-dad had, without warning, packed up all of his stuff and left. There was a note on the counter saying his brother was coming later to pick up his motorcycle. It was terrible, but at least my sisters and I weren't his…

All kids smell. I teach 8-11 year olds in Sunday school. My husband walked into the classroom after the kids had left and insisted I crack a window because it stank so badly.

Or possibly they were super uncool in high school and wanted a second chance at being popular.

I thought the same thing pre-kids, but you really, really don't. While it does majorly suck, I was up and walking around within hours of my vaginal birth and off pain medication in a few days. I also only used Advil and Tylenol for pain because I'm allergic to the strong stuff. I've never had a C-section, but I know…