Patty I will do murder if you come for my fruits

Viagra and prostate cancer.

like most things on that site, it’s high on rhetoric, short on reason.

I work for a disability charity. At my interview, I used the expression “a leg up.” To an interviewer in a wheelchair. No, I don’t know why they hired me either. Desperation, presumably.

Stop that. Cursing releases endorphins. If you don’t take care of mom and dad, you can’t take care of baby. That’s all I’m sayin’.

Those kids grew up post Anita Hill, even if it took awhile to sink in nationally.

“It’s amazing how neatly this (depressingly common) opinion showcases how we consider men the default and women a weird aberration.”

But it’s more than just after the procedure mockery! You can make fun of them before the camera too! There’s a run up to a colonoscopy that involves some pretty serious purging and requires you to be close to a toilet at all times. It’s a really dignified procedure.

I have two HS boys. The language is abysmal in my house. Oh and my wife is from upstate NY.

Yeah, but let’s hope this abomination does not actually get passed, whatever the political benefits to the Democratic Party. It’s nothing like a normal healthcare bill, it’s a generous tax cut for the very wealthy, disguised as a healthcare bill. Hundreds of thousands of people will be ruined. And some, maybe a lot,…

What’s hilarious about all of this is that if you take him at his word (i.e. that Obamacare is a horrible system that is hurting people), then he’s essentially willing to saddle America with terrible healthcare out of SPITE.

Once I cheerfully asked my boss “need a hand?!” while he was unloading a truck.

My boss has one arm. I don’t know if I could have turned any redder.

Trump said “she is strong and doing well” to contrast that against his expectations of women, he was clearly thinking she was going to be hysterical and crying in a corner.

Now that we have a baby, my husband and I are making an effort to curse less. This is why when I stubbed my toe this weekend, I screamed “GILOOLY!”

I foresee a colonoscopy in his future. If it were me I’d be running from the doctor (while sharting, of course).

My husband has developed some weird digestive problem and he has to fly all the time and he’s been worried about being on the plane with his weird guts, so I now say “Shart your pants!” for good luck. So far no sharts!

He really needs to go to the doctor.

I just felt like sharing.

Who here wanted to be some kind of Yamaguchi-Kerrigan hybrid when they grew up? I don’t mean just a figure skater, I mean some perfect amalgamation of the TWO MOST GRACEFUL GODDAMN SWANS I HAD EVER SEEN IN MY TINY LIFE?

Praise Jesus P. Morgan Chase!