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I tried a gluten-free diet for a couple weeks and it's crazy how quickly you can fall down the internet hole with that stuff. There is just so much "support" out there, even if you're just browsing some forums (I swear I didn't comment) and it's so tempting to want to find a theory of everything that is wrong with…

"Munchausen by proxy, fed by social media sympathy"

wait wait wait wait wait wait.

So... you are making sweeping, unqualified, -global- statements about the -inherent nature- of a group and then using cultural examples to back it up. And hyperbole, and frankly dismissive ad hominem against every single person who has disagreed with you regardless of their reasoning or way of stating it.

The way that…

Yes, but I'm not listening to it for the singing. I'm listening to it for the bad words. Because I have the emotional maturity of a 10 year old.

My cousin and I were 4 and 8 when Little Mermaid came out. We spent an entire summer unable to remember the words to 'Part of Your World,' so we just bounced around in her pool singing Ariel's wordless bit when Ursula takes her voice.

No, man, Olaf's song. It's fucking hilarious.

my daughter was upstairs singing today, in the bathroom, which is pretty standard. She's always singing. Then we heard the toilet flush. My husband finds it endlessly amusing that she sings while pooping hahaha. I think it was "Do you want to build a snowman", too.

Well if you had stuck with pulling baseballs out, you might have been okay.

Nutella is the most wildly overrated spread. FACT.

This is how I feel about it all the time. I can't control the size of my boobs, but you CAN control not being a fucking asshole.

I had a woman literally walk into a wall while looking at my breasts in the locker room. I didn't get a "talking to". That asinine. Focus on your own fucking workout, you know?

I'm | too sexy for the dance | too sexy for the Dads | too sexy for the lads

As an eternal loser thanks to the Mets, I fully approve of this message. Suck it Phils.

god, yes. the last time i ate at a sub shop i wound up in line behind mom and three children. 20 minutes of "onion, but only on half of that sandwich—" "I HATE ONION" "your half won't have any, sweetie. can you make sure the onion doesn't touch that half?" and then arguing about add on costs and....
TEACH YOUR KID TO…

Also strollers, oh my god strollers. When I was a hostess I had to explain that no, we cannot rearrange the entire restaurant, or remove customers who are already eating from their tables so your giant tank of a stroller can be accommodated, and don't you think your 4-year-old can handle sitting in a chair for 40…

I hear you. Even my children complain about other people's children when we go out to eat. :)

One thing missing from these stories is children. Most people have some vague idea when they are being annoying and demanding for themselves, but there is no limit to what can be righteously demanded for "my kids".

since when is "fish" a "weird, ethnic food"?? He must have been from the Midwest...