even I wouldn't, and that's saying something.

Must be bad if it makes you puke HTML

It's okay, Brit, You know what they say, better an extensional crisis than an existential one.

When I was seven, I also drew a man and woman, anatomically correct and naked and stabbed with knives with the simple caption "YOU." I left the sketch taped to my grandfather's front door. He had just died, and my parents were selling his house. The realtor came by with a prospective couple, while I stood next door…

"Taking a selfie with Jesus" sounds like a euphemism for someone dying.

After our first child my wife had massive post-partum hemorrhaging that required emergency surgery, resulting in a horribly infected episiotomy. It took months to heal, but with massive scarring and nerve damage. Bottom line, we've had sex three times in four years, counting the two children conceived.