I’d rather someone actually pop out 10 GOP rugrats than use an ableist slur like “spastic”.

Likewise, including keeping baby wipes by my bed. There’s nothing like the feeling of sliding clean feet between sheets. Bliss.

That’s the name that came to me as an A-lister and family man. Am dreading finding out if it’s him.

Please not Martin Sheen. So much excellent work will be dead to me. Please no.

Can I kiss you on the mouth?