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Classic Lohan!

Taxi, Uber...I still have them drop me off a few houses away from my actual house.

Usually one coupon per item. That’s why you see these women jumping in dumpsters looking for newspapers with coupon inserts. It’s a sickness, I tell ya!

It’s a southern thing.

I flush everything. Tampons, bandaids, cotton balls, q-tips, wet wipes. Come at me, bro.

Henry Cavill was also filming in Detroit around that time as well.

Or how did they deal with UTI’s? I couldn’t imagine the pain. Cranberry juice doesn’t do shit unless maybe they were cramming the berries up their urethra.

Oh, right. Thanks. It’s still a toilet-less era.

THANK YOU. I had no idea how proper bathroom procedures went about in those times. I’ll never look at gravy boats the same way.

I’m more interested in how a proper woman in Victorian times (think Jane Austen novels era) would use a “bathroom” at a guest’s house. Elizabeth and Jane are visiting the Bingleys for tea and cake. Jane feels a rumble, she has to shit and soon. The carriage ride back home is like 2 hours long on bumpy roads. What do?

My friend’s mother was interested in some yoga classes but without the “spiritual crap” that comes with it because Jesus Christ comes first in her life.

Same here. I only use it if I’m on death’s door (or nearly pooping my pants from food poisoning).

I have paid sick days but if I use it I lose points during my annual performance appraisal for taking said sick day.

I’ve done a text dump twice. After 6 weeks of dating and after 6 months of casual dating. I REALLY did not want to see them again just to tell them I’m breaking it off. I was also once ghosted after 4 months.

I thought I read it was because the employee left the baby in a car seat to sleep. His head flopped over and his airway was constricted. I hope I’m not confusing it with another infant death.

Smart. I always sleep on the side closes to the door because I need to pee like 4 times a night.

Are his assistants also Scientologist? They’re probably afraid of being sent to that hotbox shed in the middle of nowhere doing back breaking manual labor to atone for a past Scientology faux pas.

Improvised cat ears

His character always breaks my heart. When he’s up in life, something (usually a foolish decision on his part) always brings him down HARD. Beaten and robbed of his casino winnings in the first season and now he’s beaten and robbed of his wrist band trying to help a stranded motorist.

Shakespeare couldn’t have wrote a better story