I know I’m supposed to recognize this guy...is this VP Potatoe?

I rode in a school bus filled with immigrants, even sat next to one during the whole field trip. A couple of them were even Muslims! No one died. It was a nice field trip. Clearly, I got lucky! /Sarcasm

I don’t think it’s illegal, but before now, it was Just Not Done.

Nice to know my grandmother”sounded racist” her entire life...?

I have a hormonal iud that prevents ovulation, but that doesn’t stop idiots like the ones running hobby lobby from insisting to SCOTUS that sluts like me are having monthly abortions. I even had some mouth-breathing moron try to insist I’d had “dozens” of abortions in a specific timeline during which my hubs and I had…

She’s criticizing women who use their mixed race children as props for their racist internet screeds.

Multiple reasons: Because the children are not accessories. Because the kids are not seen as half white by most of society, but as 100% Black. Because half&half, or Oreo, or halfrican, or any other number of harmful terms to point out “partial Blackness” have been used within the Black community to exclude mixed raced…

I too had two babies via c section. I think theyget plenty of microbial exposure from licking their shoes and the cats.

I keep a stash of full size bars for:

But the DARE officer told me that’s how they get new customers to replace the ones that are always dying the very first time they take drugs!

Special edition easy bake oven?

My mom was horribly abused by her parents and she became a completely paranoid adult. I knew about some growing up, but after her death a shit ton more came out and everything started adding up and I really began understanding her “bad decisions”.

Good intentions, poorly executed. (no pun intended)

Oof.

This is why I had back up security dolls for my first kid. I rotated them out weekly or so, so they’d have even wear. The jig was up when he was four and found the extra five stuffed monkeys in the attic crawlspace.

My kids are the worst. Except for possibly me and my sisters. We were awful little shits.

When I was four, I narrowly escaped being kicked in the head by a cow I had slapped on the ass. I don’t know what compelled me to do such a thing; I was a bit of an asshole as a preschooler. The only thing that saved me was my father had been holding my other hand as we walked through the livestock barn at the…

My father had a namethat’s also a slang term for penis. A coincidence my mother made much hay of when their marriage went sour.

Step 2: get little guy to flip on everyone else.

It’s starting!