oh thank fuck it’s the end of the day cause I’m gonna go cry and drink a lot of wine now this is too fucking cute

Furrows brow, “He can sleep in my bed... if he wants.”

Yup. And housing prices were trending up prior to Katrina. It’s happening all over the country. Younger people are moving back into cities.

Good gracious. Is hipster gentrification ruining everywhere even remotely interesting or colorful?

In our early courting days my cat had an accident so I needed to bathe her, the only time I’ve ever washed one of my cats. Hubby followed me to the bathroom to help me, or so I thought. Nope, he was laughing as he filmed me getting shredded for my trouble.

My cat gets clinger-poo all the time, and by now, she is smart enough to call me for help! She has a special little meow for it. Nothing worse than them butt scooting all over your house!

Yeah that cat is going to scratch their jugulars whilst they sleep.

He kept scuttling away and looking at me, like, “What the HELL, man! I NEED AN ADULT!”

My cat will sometimes get a bit...crusty...in the derriere region. It is indeed hilarious/awkward/disturbing to have to scrub the neighborhood around her asshole.

it’s like watching Aslan get shaved

I can’t figure out whether this cat is saying, “no,” or “oy.”

Washing your unwilling cat’s asshole is an awesome experience, if you’ve never tried it.

WOW. I would have thought that was a toddler if I didn’t see it!

I would like to think that my grandmother accepted, if not necessarily agreed with my decisions, but I think in fact she resigned herself to the reality of the situation.

1995 was 60 years ago? I’m 70 now? I CAN FINALLY LIVE THE DREAM:

Hahaha I love this one! It reminds me of when my little brother went through a phase of sagging his pants while also wearing too big boxers, so his buttcrack was showing almost constantly. When yelling at him to pull his pants up didn't work, I started sneaking up behind him and dropping a pencil into his crack. He…

I have told this story before on a Father’s Day thread, but it is my Classic Dad story: so, I was about nine and my big sister was twelve. It was my dad’s weekend with us, so he took us to the local mall, where he (upon my sister remarking that he was “kinda embarrassing, Dad”) proceeds to sing “No Diggity” by…

To preface this: the following story takes place in Florida.

Once, my mom and dad told us they were giving us the house for the weekend while they were taking a cruise. I was 18 and I was going to have friends over. It was going to be a fantastic weekend!

I had went out to lunch at the mall with my mom, I had to have been in my early 20’s. We stopped in the food court to ear and as usual mom took out her top plate of dentures. She used to say she couldn’t eat with them in, so she would oh so smoothly use a tissue and pop out the teeth.