This happened in a town in Michigan. They put up billboards and everything looking for the pooper.

I’m sure women would GLADLY volunteer for make up testing if it meant free products. Look at her puffed up eyes, that eyeliner just gliiiides on!

Having him help with tasks also teaches him how to do it. Now if he felt like he doesn’t need to do these basic household things because he’s a man and it’s not his job, then you should run. I couldn’t imagine being with someone like that and not murdering him in his chair.

I imagine him stamping his feet and declaring sex his right as her husband if/when Anna turned him down. His parents really fucked him up with that “wife should always be available for her husband” baloney.

My dad taught me how to do my own laundry at 11 year old by bleaching all of my clothes. If it had white in it, he bleached it. Brand new white Adidas shirts with the black piping? Yep, those stripes are brown now. I learned quick.

How did he know where they would be reporting and the time? Did he have a buddy that still worked for the station notify him of their next report?

How was that kid allowed to walk around million dollar art with a drink in his hand?

I’m sure we all that one friend in the group that is extra loud and rowdy when she drinks. Even if someone does ask her to tone it down she continuously mutters under her breath but loud enough for the offender to hear her. And keeps going and going until another confrontation starts. That’s great Christina, I’m so…

That’s a lot of cubs for one bear. Makes me think she’s the fun forest babysitter that takes you and the other kids to the splash park for the whole day, plus ice cream after. Not the babysitter that tells you to play Hide and Seek and then never comes to find you. I hid in that box for two hours.

Do they know for sure it was In-Vitro or did she get knocked up by the her ex?

No one wants your old gross balls.

Hah! My mother and I used to swap true crime novels back in my late teens and early twenties, books which she would always call “Kill-your-family” books. It’s great that now a 600 page book is now widdled down to a 30-60 minute long episode. But now I find myself googling the victims name within the first 10 minutes…

That video should be playing in every pediatric and doctor’s office waiting room. FEEL BAD PEOPLE.

I don’t think it’s dementia. She may have been expecting other IHOP patrons to rise up with her and run these gosh darn no good Spaniards out of America. Except she came off as one of my rambling middle aged relatives on facebook, all caps lock and run-on sentences in verbal form.

The Secretary Spread is all too real. I’ve been trying to fight it off with bootcamps and Brazilian butt lift classes.

Oh god, I’m so sorry. I dealt with cystic acne through my teens. Did it clear up after you had the baby?

That’s just sad. It’s not like she’s in a situation where she would be destitute without him which sadly keep a lot of women in bad relationships.

31 here. Last Christmas my aunt had cornered me after dinner with all the typical reproductive questions. She’s becoming more brazen with the questions with each passing year, no longer beating around the bush. After I explained I’m in no rush to have kids, she tells me I’m at a higher risk of developing ovarian…