The headline made me want to go directly to the comments. But my eye caught the line, “butt-chugging sunlight” and had to read on. Now that I’ve made it to the comments I wanna give you all the stars for posting the perfect meme for what I thought while reading this comedy.

I think the sunshine on her butthole makes it easier to pull “explanations” and “facts” out from there.

“Thirty seconds of sunlight on your butthole is the equivalent of a full day of sunlight with your clothes on.”

I’m gonna go ahead and guess that “Metaphysical Meghan” isn’t all that into the scientific method. Or critical thinking. Just woo woo. 

Yeah, that’s definitely a picture of a sunbathing asshole.

I would like to know if there is a specific equation or data used to develop the 30 seconds = one full day conclusion.

I really feel for the poor assistants, boyfriends, long suffering spouses, etc. who take the pictures for these posts.

Yeah, some of us just ain’t holiday people. I can feel my depression ramping up by the minute. I participate as I can, it varies every year. Some years I basically absented myself from all festivities. Other times I can join in and have some fun. I go with the flow and not force it.

I can’t wait for the holiday season to be over

Im not tryna hear shit about her actions within the realm of his abuse now that she is out of it.

Reposted from The Root:

In the purse, she has this miniature scroll rolled up:

I just want to throw in my two cents. I am 67 and don’t care what anybody does about marriage or children. Everything is fine with me.  I sometimes feel distressed that some folks here seem to get the impression that everybody over 50 is a fucking idiot.

“Same goes for Pete Davidson, whose peek-a-boo season continued with a very successful disappearing act. “

Snacksgiving? 

About 6 or 7 years ago, while working retail and living with my grandparents, I was asked by my aunts to take care of Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. I was okay with this, let all adult relatives know what they needed to bring, and let them know that I was going to cook something different since I dispise turkey;…

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The times I didn’t get a Thanksgiving!

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