A perfect example of why I never tell Jim I need “supplies” right before he goes to Costco. 

MIL is balls deep in charismatic “Christianity.” It’s like having a front row seat to the cult show.

Co-signed. 

Don’t forget her LMT and DVM degrees....

Mr Crockpotter turned this delightful romp into a drinking game early in our courtship. Drink every time a groaner cliché is uttered.

It was opposite for me, but I also have absent parent issues, so I cried like the baby I am underneath all the sarcasm and hardened exterior.

That’s an insult to Scott Evil.

Are...are you me? Am I you? Is there such thing as an emotional doppelgänger? 

It’s easy to live a fear fed life when your only accepted news source is Fox News

Much appreciated. Verily. 

Is this where the meeting of that 60% of Americans is gathering? 

matching His and Hers Klan hoods...

Ah, then we are of one and the same. 

That’s the spirit!!! 

Arise, Sir Jammers... and be known. 

In the eternal words of the poet known as Tina Belcher: “I’m no hero. I put my bra on same as you, one boob at a time.”

Will my esthetician’s license come into question if I say yes? 

I’m okay with that. Please feel free to bless humanity with it. My gift to you.

As someone who is immunocompromised, may I just say: I hope she gets an infected ingrown taint hair that doesn’t heal right for at least a month. 

I’m now imagining a scene at my evangelical MIL’s house: she is sitting in silence on the couch while her fourth husband is ranting about how that publication will no longer darken their mailbox in any form because of some stupid Deplorable reasoning I can’t wrap my head around. Something about how they heard Goody…