Yes, she can. http://okmagazine.com/photos/kim-fie…

When my daughter was a toddler, she said “dad, there’s a hooker on my floor”. She meant clothes hanger.

Now we know why Jax has had 3 nose jobs!

Maybe she’s to blame for having not one, but two kids, with an addict.

Hold the phone-was that Cheryl Ladd???

If I have to tell my stylist one more fucking time that I don't watch The Bachelor, I'm going to go postal.

Maybe he got tired of all her sucking up to him (“my love” this, “my love” that) and wants someone who will treat him like the shitheel that he is.

I had to take my daughter to daycare at 6 weeks old because I had a month of bed rest prior to delivery and used up my sick leave and couldn't afford to take unpaid leave because of my student loans.

I thought the friend was just saying, “don’t leave me alone here by the bar, I don’t know anyone at this crazy party”

The sports, my god, the sports. When I was a kid, there was a late bus for after-school activities. Now I’m expected to pick my kid up at school at five, when I work until five, and the school is on the other side of town! Not to mention the volunteering and fundraising that is expected. It’s bullshit. My kid wants to…

Yes, my 10 year ld asked me to take her to Texas, too! As if. She asked me how a 13-year-old could die of natural causes. YouTube is the world to Tweens.

Oh, Ne Ne. You always know just what to say.

Oh, Frisbee Dog. You almost made me forget that we live in a shitty world where men disembowel their girlfriends through their vaginas. Thank you!

Yes! This is the reason I cancelled Birchbox!

She's so fucking trapped by her fucking stupid religion.

My, Cagefreehen. Hostile much? Sounds like someone didn't get enough love in her childhood.

Wow! I just recalled a repressed memory of my dad drunk at my little league softball game, he was supposed to be coaching and brought a cooler of beer. No wonder I only played one season.

Hold on, murdered? More info, please.

My dad died of liver failure from alcoholism when I was 21. I was flying back from college and missed him by an hour or 2. It would have been nice to have heard an apology for the hell he put me through. You could say, “I don’t forgive you, but thanks for the apology”. Better than nothing.

My alcoholic father brought a cooler of beer to our first family swim at the indoor pool at the YMCA. Good times. I could go on.