I bet her gynecologist probably says that to all his patients. “Oh my, your vagina is so petite! This is the tiniest, most perfect vagina I have ever seen!”
I bet her gynecologist probably says that to all his patients. “Oh my, your vagina is so petite! This is the tiniest, most perfect vagina I have ever seen!”
Oh coco. First guesses on ways she discovered her extra petite vagina was more petite than most? And no ones vagina is ever ready for a watermelon size human to come out, small, medium or large. Just writing this made me accidentally pee
Katie Holmes needs to keep walking around having a great time and doing whatever she wants. Every single photo-op is laughing at scientology.
I remember reading a while back that creeps actually do occasionally hack into those 2-way monitors and yell horrible stuff at your baby. In a related note, I opted for a super low-tech walkie-talkie style monitor. Anyway, I see her all the damn time, I don’t need to watch her sleep too.
Hooray! More things to worry about!*
That’s what mums are for!
Winter. Because you can’t fix hot. You can fix cold.
The best season is autumn; this is not up for debate. Summer is the worst and I am hating every miserably sticky minute of it.
I’m pleasantly surprised that I’m not the only summer hater out there! It seems like everyone floats on a cloud of waiting for summer all year, to me it’s the season of smelling nasty and keeping the AC cranked and bad hair days. Or, in the worst of it, waiting until sundown to run any errands because loading and…
CHILDREN OF AUTUMN, WE MUST TAKE UP ARMS AGAINST THE ADVANCING WINTER HORDE! WE WILL SLAY THEM AND BURN THEIR BODIES ON FESTIVE BONFIRES!
Depends on where you live. I bet winter is nice if you don’t live in the Hoth-esque hellscape that is the East Coast.
Fall is the best, obviously. Any other answer belies an underlying medical condition. See your doctor.
As a card carrying woman, I am obligated to say fall. Pumpkin season is coming.
I know someone (or used to know) who says she never farts. Ever. And has never farted in front of anyone in her life. I always refrained from lighting a match around her because I figured she was ready to blow at any second.
No.
From what I’ve learned from being in a relationship with a man that farts probably 10,000x more than the average human being, men were not taught how to make their farts silent. I understand we’re humans and gasses emit out of our bodies, but for the love of god, just make it silent. So, I asked my boyfriend if he…
This story reminded me that I have a friend who claims to be literally unable to fart. She's been married for 6 years, had 3 kids, and she still won't let that one go.
Husband and I don’t fart around each other. My parents didn’t either, and I prefer it that way. Maintains some mystery.