It’s a fair point. All I’m saying is that I would have thought about it a bit more for my mother’s benefit.

Sick burn! (oops, sorry.)

wait... should i not be doing dumb voices when i have sex?

Yes, that is certainly a fucked up story point, though it can kinda be explained away by the fact that it was the fifties, and “You know you want it,” was seen as an appropriate argument. So, like... self victim-blaming could lead her to think “You know what, he’s an asshole who didn’t know better, so he can still…

Oh yeah, can we get a reminder of the better strains for sex?

I know this is a silly extreme to take the issue to, but I have also often found myself wondering about the complete selfishness of Marty McFly. Really dude? You existing is so important that you need to make sure your mom ends up with your creepy, perverted loser of a dad? I’ve never liked him as a hero. Maybe just…

Thank you for existing, yo.

No to mention that the idea of anyone other than me doing the housework immediately turns me on. You’re emptying the dishwasher? Splash!

That sounds so cool! I hope I can make it. Thanks!

Hey huge theater nerd!

or (christ) a year ago. I just fell down a kinja hole. don’t mind me...

One hundred thousand stars for you and ALL of your comments today.

Wrong. Wrong in ALL THE WAYS. Dawn is the best character invention in the history of television. And season five is a fucking masterpiece.

I’m jealous! It’s too hot where I live to make shepherd’s pie. I’ve been eating salad’s for over a week. SALADS.

If MrMenstruation has a receipt from purchase, most insurance companies will allow the purchase price to be the insurance value. I know State Farm offered us that, and we had to admit that we didn’t have one because it was a cash deal, so we pay more than double the premium we should. Oh well, major windfall if it’s…

Are you saying that Almond Breeze is not our friend?

The dog or your husband?

It should. It’s been on for eons!

Sometimes... it’s usually in the form of a text. Which will get less weird when I explain that I blew up at him once for sending so many “k” messages.

My 35yo husband says it all the time. I waver between thinking it’s truly adorable and the most irritating fucking thing on the planet.