What bugged me most was the ultra-passive voice about “things that happened” — it was never ever “bad things our brother did” or “the stupendously negligent way in which our parents tried to sweep it under the rug.” Throw in the husband’s haircuts and their professed ignorance about all things baby (really? a pregnant…

If for no other reason than it’s bad TV. If I want to hear someone prose on about pregnancy or their upcoming trip, I’ll talk to my friends. And they are at least funny, cuss and not super into god so yeah, I’ll pass.

None of them should be on TV anymore.

Fuuuuuuck

As a non believing witch, I believe I am saving humanity by cursing these endeavors to fail.

I shudder to think what he might do for a Klondike bar.

Paragraph 1 — Many stars for actually lasting 2 whole hours in that special kind of hell.

Once, as a teenager, I worked for a couple hours as a favor to my friend’s dad, handing out free samples of this really terrible energy bar at Costco. People will eat literally anything if it’s free and in a small accordion paper cup. This bar tasted like dirt rubbed in poo with some raisins in for a hellish texture…

He really isn’t very good at selfies, is he?

Thanks, Seventeen, God knows there aren’t enough avenues encouraging teenagers to act like sociopaths.

The scammer needs a punch in the throat just for using the phrase “easy as pie” with such a bullshit complicated order.

Didn’t we establish that the minimum balance on a starbucks card is $5? *Checks* Yes, yes we did.

There’s no middle ground with older guests. They’re either really sweet and the best customers you’ve ever had, or they’re the absolute worst.