And knowledge of how to use them correctly.

Quiet in bed can be good if you don’t want to wake up the group you’re camping with. I may or may not know this from experience, and I may or may not be the reason everyone in the campsite woke up that night.

I love you for that!

Don’t feel bad. I understood the reference.

Ewww! That’s just ewww! I find all of that “purity” bullshit demeaning and gross, but that crap about protecting her heart makes me want to vomit.

My mother spent my entire childhood telling me that shit. Lucky for all of my boy/girlfriends I didn’t believe her.

- Sarcasm as 1st, 2nd, and 3rd language

You just described my first sexual encounter.

Exactly!

First I will protect my character and second my character has nothing to do with the fact that I have and enjoy having sex. Fuck this shit!

Tuna in the microwave is bad enough, but they heated the mayo too! Why?

My SIL complained to my husband once that he was letting my stepdaughter dress “too sexy” when she was eight. He really pissed her off when called her a pervert for finding an eight year old sexy. I really have to agree with him because what could ever be “sexy” about any eight year old?

I vomited a little.

Oh that’s horrible and mortifying. I walked out in front of my mother’s entire church with my skirt tucked into my pantyhose once. That was one of the most humiliating and shaming experiences of my life, and it happened when I was 11.

That’s another story that gets me in the feels.

Sadly you just described some of the older ones too. I can’t understand the willingness to jump into a jacuzzi in my costume, but I do have to buy/make my own shit so I’m a bit more careful with it.

I cosplay, and bad cosplayers irk me so much. People already side-eye us enough, please don’t act like morons and make people hate us even more.

I’m the queen of spilling shit on myself so I’m always kind of happy when it’s someone else who spills a drink or food on me.

Now I’m actually crying at my desk. Stories about couples finally getting to marry one another after years of not being able to always get to me anyway, but then you add the part about the trucker buying their meal as a congratulations—right in the feels.

We’ve come to terms with the fact that he’s always going to apologize, and I’m always going to tell him he doesn’t have to feel bad for the stuff he’s apologizing for.