See, now THAT is 50 shades of fucked up

One day when I was about 4 or 5, my mom and I were in our den - she sleeping and I colouring. For whatever reason I decided I would write out the K-I-S-S-I-N-G part of "so and so and so and so sitting in a tree..." to figure out what it spelled. Except I thought it was P-I-S-S-I-N-G. So I wrote it out, still didn't…

The fact she's not wearing a French hood throws me off though, though this may be from when she was in Catherine of Aragon's service?

I did the same thing when my Nana died from cancer. I've always regretted not visiting her that one last time, but somehow it helps knowing there's someone else with the same experience

Who WASN'T an enemy of Courtney is the 90s?

ooh Latin! :)

The whole time I was watching it, I was like, "Yep, someone's going to make it a sex thing." :(

Sweet Jesus, yes.