YAY this is the only reason I like Mondays now.

$100 says this girl will also do a "Bachelorette Weekend" where she and all her girls—maybe even one gay guy because she's cool like that—fly to Vegas and have a massive time full of spas, fruity cocktails, and strapless or one-strapped mini body-con dresses. Partying like rock stars, ya'll (you know how much rock…

Look at me being special. I'm not like those other women who want pictures of themselves. I got married at City Hall wearing a bathrobe with a Jello mold instead of a cake and cameras were banned altogether.

YES! STICK IT TO THE MAN! GIRL POWER!

I had a Sim that would trap people I n his house and paint them as they died, and placed the painting behind their urn... After 3or 4 of these were completed and I was like I should get out more.

I assume everyone is a complete sociopath to their Sims, right? All the fun ways to kill them? Or, my favourite, I would make a dude green or blue, then make him super attractive to the ladies. I would then proceed to bone the entire neighbourhood. Because you could 'try for a baby' if your relationship level was high…

It is if you come from a dysfunctional family.

Stunning. Dress, hair, everything. Her eye makeup is perfection.

Lots of people did have a bad family.

Ah, yes, I'm sure everyone here applauds your great foresight in being born with abilities in the STEM fields, because everyone knows it's either that or artisanal toast making.

Team Sanctimony represented themselves pretty well in the comments to the earlier article.

That would show the back of a proper rear-facing car seat.

Please be honest. Think back to your child raising. Think of all the near missed tragedies that you had or your parents had with you. NO ONE is a perfect parent. If we are lucky, we get them to adulthood without major trauma. If we are terribly, terribly unfortunate we are looking at our lifeless child in stunned…

I've not forgotten mine, either. But I know I am infinitely fallible, and that's why I leave my purse at their feet, in the back of the car. I'm hoping that this is enough until they are big enough to get themselves out, if necessary.

Pretty much. Though we do use the term "mate" for our actual friends in more formal situations like "Hey mum, this is my mate xxxx" because that's about as formal as it gets in country where you walk past the prime minister on a public visit and call him a dickhead.

Screw that— if I see a Sydney Funnel Web rearing up at me, you can use your foot. I bet those bastards would be like, "LOLWUT M8? You think this shoe is gonna hurt me? Come at me, you [fill in appropriate Australian insult here]" I don't fuck with spiders that can bite through toenails.

Jumping spiders (like the one pictured) are so cute. We call them "jumpies" here at the house. They love to hang out by the door and sometimes they get inside. Then, I have to go get a glass and put them outside again.

Women who hover should be thrown into a giant vat of piss.

Okay so how often have you peed on the seat? Until you learn to *not* do that 100%, at home. Don't do it.

Half an inch is probably a sore spot in their life.