I don’t know what she’s got in the bottle but I’m guessing it’s “toilet science” as in “toilette” as in your personal hygeine routine, not specifically the commode.

An art major probably would have been able to make that a complete first sentence, though.

I’ve heard of it but never seen the video until just now and...really? He moves his arms out of sync for like ten seconds?

I know a Carob. It always mystified me because his parents were not the kind of people you expect to name their kid Carob.

A lot of stores let you use a store coupon (if they distribute them - I know Target does, for example) and a manufacturer’s coupon (the kind you find in newspaper circulars).

This is why I might buy an extra jar of sauce when it’s on sale, and use a coupon or two most times I shop, but I could never do EXTREEEEEME couponing (sorry, I always hear that like Mountain Dew ad voice in my head when I type it). Most of the coupons I see in the circular are for stuff I don’t buy. So yeah, these…

I LOVE this.

Oh, this is just like “We can go to Disney World when your brother is six, he’s too young now”.

Same! My mom told me this when I was a kid who always wanted to read in the car.

OMG. I just realized that when I was a preteen I hated tomatoes, onions, and mushrooms until my mom told me I used to love them when I was a little kid. So I started eating them again. JUST NOW.

When I was a grunge and vintage loving teen in the 90s, I found a box of my parents’ old clothes in the attic and started plundering. There was one really cool band t shirt that had a perfectly round hole in the front shoulder. “Oh,” said my dad, “that’s where your mom shot me.” I believed him for YEARS - all the…

That must have been someone else - I did have a class with her (her seminar presentation was TERRIBLE, she had no public speaking skills or presence, but she was nice enough to chat to while waiting outside the professor’s door once a week. She did make fun of my scarf once though.) but no really good stories, sadly.

I read your comment and just knew you were a fellow alumnus/a. Although in my day the school-wide emails were about not giving press interviews about William, and the school-wide rumors were about Bill Murray.

Rippled? Stippled? Nippled?

Coulda, but the smooth continuous outline of the face, neck, and hair is something my pretty-good-at-drawing six year old would have trouble with. Not to mention the staying-in-the-lines of the lips and eyes! I’m gonna say it was a guided art project like someone else mentioned.

I said to another commenter that it was actually kind of a freeing moment, realizing that it wasn’t worth my time to care about her opinion. Plus, I found out later that other family members took her to task, so finding out that they were really in my corner was a good moment. But yeah...ugh.

I’m sorry. Hugs of solidarity. You’re beautiful and accomplished.

YES. Glad I’m not the only one who did this.

The first romance novel I ever read was one of these. All I remember is that Fabio (I mean, not actually him in the novel, but it’s him on the cover) fingers the heroine while riding on his futuristic beast of burden, and seeing the cover and thinking the heroine was all “FABIO YOU’RE SQUISHING MEEEE.” Behold:

She actually is very intelligent and college-educated, but has a lot of insecurity about her own looks and projects it onto all the women in her family. When she said that, it was actually kind of freeing - she’d said similar things my whole life, and at that point it was like “Welp, there is nothing I can do to…