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AssFault on the Highway to Hell
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I’m not sorry! My life became a beautiful adventure that very moment. Sucked to hear at the time, but asking for that divorce the very next day was my first taste of such fresh air.

Reason I left my ex husband was because a friend came forward like that. I believed her, and thanked her, asked for the divorce the next day, began hearing from a deluge of other friends he'd done it to them too, and went back to that first friend and thanked her again.

If Grease characters were a zodiac, I’d be a Marty Marachino FOR SURE. I was just like her in high school.

Behold, the paused frame that inspired many a gigglefit in my elementary sleepover days: “Psycho Sandy.”

Ugh... this. game. [syringe emoji]

The silence about it on here is deafening. Maybe they didn’t watch that far into the episode. Maybe they only watch the clips online.

I getcha.

And even Jezebel is turning a blind eye to the sketch that glorified statutory rape? Great.

Put your hands together and PRAY we get that in the US. Healthcare here truly is a nightmare!

HOLY SHIT! That's horrible!

Oh! And my favorite part was reminding them about how they told me to “ignore the bills” from my kid’s dr because “of course the baby is covered” and “it will get sorted out.” Hence the three way call. Once I got them to admit they’d told me to do just that, I asked them to hold, called the dr’s billing office on

My current employer has many requests for hosting field trips. 99% the answer is a polite no, but we recently made an exception for an exceptional group of young women. BIG MISTAKE. The young ladies were lovely, but who ruined it? THE MOMMIES. They took full advantage of it being a VIP situation and acted like the

Evidently, they couldn’t process it either! HA!!!

OMG! Dish this right on UP please!!!

Expert-level puns, my friend. You never disappoint!

Blog about this! Seriously! Or reply with links if you already do!

Fun!

Same here, except not sure what tribe, and she was purchased/traded instead of stolen. (Or so I’m told!)

ME WANT COOKIE.

Lucky you. My boss just had to hug me. Twice. And then she started crying.