Ugh, the other day I was stuck behind some guy doing squats that allowed his shorts to fall so far down, I saw at least up to his pyloric sphincter. (Hyperbole, of course, but ew ew ew)
Have you seen that meme? Where it says, “If you have a problem with my leggings, let’s fight. And I’ll win, because of my unlimited range of motion.”
This happens to me ALL THE TIME. (Wanting to give the middle finger based on political bumper stickers, that is. I’m not the lady in the SUV.)
I would bike to work if it let me fart more! I like this solution.
My husband’s favorite thing to do is watch the huge battle scenes and find the guys who are waving their swords around at nothing in the background.
I’m just confused... I thought Courtney was pregnant?
Wait.... he helped to write Good Omens?!?
When we were going through the evaluation for my son, my husband and I realized that given the right set of circumstances, we’d be right on the edge of the “spectrum” ourselves - even though we’ve always been classified as “neurotypical.” Almost everyone I know has one or two “autistic traits”, it’s just the…
I haven’t commented on this thread because I feel like you’re taking the words right outta my mouth. Bravo. My four-year-old ASD kiddo has been by far my biggest challenge but also he’s provided me with my greatest triumphs. <3
And yet... despite Facebook kindly jumping on the Women’s Equality Day bandwagon, the vast majority of posts I’ve seen are honoring National Dog Day. Guess us bitches just hafta share.
This one’s the only one for me, although the Rock comes in a close second.
The other day a troll was harassing one of the authors and I was desperately trying to remember the phrase “lesbian shitasses” to rebuke said troll, and I couldn’t for the life of me. So, thank you, for this important public service!
Typically, that would be no-pants. But I’ll accept snap-aways from these lovely lads.
So, then, I NEED to know... what are podium pants?? :)
I wanna love them. I really do! ...but I can’t understand a bleeping word they’re saying.
Don’t forget all the ads. THE FUCKING INSANE AMOUNT OF ADS. Ugh.
When I search for #twinja, nothing comes up. Am I Twitter-stupid? Halp.
Outlander got fucking robbed, and I’m gonna say it here: