Right? I’m not sure how I feel one way or another about their GoFundMe account being set up, but it’s not like they are twisting the arm of the general public and/or forcing people to contribute to funding their daughter’s private education. If people don’t like it or agree with it, don’t contribute. It’s literally…

This is beyond horrifying. I am so sorry.

God, finally. Came here intending to, “WAIT, THERE ARE LYRICS APPROPRIATE FOR THIS SITUATION.” Glad you got it covered.

This is fucking gold. I live for this brand of whiney blithering crybaby paranoia.

She’s so cute, how can you not like her. There’s definitely some Fifth Element hair on a humid day going on.

Talk about motivating. I’m just going to have this trailer going on repeat in the background while I finish up writing my goddamned engineering Master’s thesis. It’s high-time these stories are told.

Gahhhh stopit!

Oh, guaranteed I’m going to get the whiners commenting that I’m BEING MEAN and making light of people having ACTUAL REAL BABIES.

Now that’s something to celebrate- talk about a ton of work.

oh my GOD now I have to. A gigantic peony it is!!

Ha! Same. 6-7 years- I’m guessing yours is for Ph.D? Mine is for an M.S. engineering, so I can’t complain too much about ~2 years. And I’m with you on the babies deal. Thesis bebeh it is!

This is excellent. I kind of want to do something similar to this- a “birth” announcement upon completion/acceptance of my thesis. It’s my baby, dammit. I’ll obnoxiously post photos of me cradling and staring down at the hardcover bound book, listing all the details like, “she’s a solid 1.5 lbs, 8.5 x 11 inches, with…

Woo! Reader since ‘09. Here’s to hoping nothing major changes.

Especially now with Rio!

Forget the shovel- he just set up a damn drilling rig.

We’ve had quite a few Amber Alerts in NM lately. I found a little better clarification as to the protocol/requirements in place for reporting an Amber Alert in NM:

Seriously. It woke my ass up out of a dead sleep. I definitely recieved the alert at 2:30 a.m., not p.m.

Bless this. Seriously.

I applaud you, as I continue cackling as quietly as possible.