As if his hands could wrap all the way around a baby’s neck.

You two were listening to some other video than I was.

What doesn’t call for this?

This is too perfect / mystifying.

I think this calls for some country hip hop line dancing!

I am crying right now because I’m laughing so hard at this. Omg, I can just imagine once the vomit started flying that it was sort of a self-perpetuating loop. Thank goodness for moms, lol!!

So it’s cool for this guy to comment on the investigation (despite not having actually seen these Weiner emails), yet he can’t comment on the ongoing Trump/Russian hacker investigation because it’s ongoing. That’s not the least bit suspicious.

I am so in love with you right now.

My tale isn’t exactly public, but at least there’s a witness. It’s a story of shame and the meaning of friendship.

I made gaspy laugh sounds reading this one, you little animal!

I get stress poops. Especially while driving. I have no issue with using public restrooms either. As long as they don’t look like the one from “Candyman” I’m fine.

When I was in grade school I used the bathroom at my friend’s house and saw a long thin white stick on the floor near the toilet. I asked her what it was and she said it was to break up her brother’s oversized shits before he flushed. I told my sister about it when it happened, and 40 years we still reference that…

I can really only comfortably poo at my own house, bathroom door locked, no talking, dogs outside guarding the door.

Amazing. Simply amazing.

Innocuous fact: My grandma kept a baggie full of drinking straws, napkins and supermarket produce bags in the glovebox of my grandpa’s Oldsmobile for kiddo soda drinking occasions and such (bag was for trash, natch).

my dad is a big jerk. my mom was taking her engineering exam thing (PE exam or something???) and it was in SF. he drove her. as it was at 8am, and traffic into SF is hellish, they had to leave very early and loaded up the kids in the back of the car, seats down, blankets and pillows piled it. it was sort of fun. so…

Oh omg this just reminded me so vividly of my own similar experience: I was in college, watching a movie with this guy I was sort of seeing. Not a lot of comfort between us, yet, is what I mean. Still in the hiding our farts phase. But I really liked him. He lived in an old house with a bunch of housemates but they…

To have deserved being in this position, I can only assume that Huma was Hitler, Pol Pot, Mrs. O’Leary’s cow, and Donald Trump in her past lives.

It’s easy to just say, “Find a way to pay” when you aren’t the one looking at a couple thousand dollars, if not a full five figures. Additionally, that assumes that she could get a ride that far away, which also costs money. And if she had kids, she would need to find childcare. On top of that, she is pregnant, sick,…