Hahaha these comments are giving me the first belly laughs I’ve had all week.

The week my (now) husband left for Afghanistan. Ever day for 6days before he left they would call him and tell him he was going, then call back and say he wasn’t. Then at work the next day he was going, then he wasn’t. It went back and forth at least a dozen times. Even as I was driving him to get on the bus we…

What about those of us who have been shitting plenty, but they aren’t good poos? They’re all sludgy and leave you feeling gross rather than invigorated, which is how a poo SHOULD make you feel.

Worst week of my life? Probably two years ago. One night I told my husband of over a decade that I was going to leave, because he was mean to me and made me afraid of him.

1. When I received a 2 am phone call from the police that my son was on a ledge. They talked him down. Then they took him to the VA. (those guys still check on him, btw)

The worst week of my life was when I found out that I was not only crippled for life, but that it had been done to me on purpose by a doctor who had decided to misdiagnose my injury (and the injuries of countless others). He did this because it allowed him & his practice to perform procedures that would make my pain…

When I was 18 years old I had a ton of money saved up from working summers before college. My friends and I decided to do a trip to england on our own money and stay with my family’s friends there.

Over the weekend, before the complete disaster of Tuesday, I was staying in a hotel. I dropped a massive log, as thick around as my wrist, running in one piece from the front of the bowl all the way to the back. It wouldn’t move a centimeter when I flushed. I was sort of proud of it until I had to reach in between…

Some how, in my mind, Hillary has gone from being my political candidate of choice to, like, my mom. I want to be like her, and I will fuck someone up to defend her.

Like most everyone else here, I think this week might take the cake. But I have another week I remember vividly:

Besides this week, and 9-11, I think it would be the week my dog died, the day before my birthday, and 6 months after my sister died. I know it seems fucked up to say that losing my dog was worse than losing my sister, and long term obviously it isn’t, but in the moment, it almost killed me. She was my rock, she got…

I made an account just to say this thread is the first thing that has actually make made me laugh out loud, like, a full belly laugh, since Tuesday. Also I just learned just how mature I am.

(I realize no one will see this. But thanks anyway.)

On election day this week, I found out that I got an interview with Boeing for a paid internship this summer. I was elated. It is literally the path to my dream job. I was prepared to get smashingly drunk that night to celebrate getting an interview opportunity and seeing the first woman President. We bought champagne…

My sister died the same day I was going on vacation. It was only because we told people where we were stopping that they were able to get in touch with me so I could turn around and go to a funeral instead of Six Flags.

1. Sept 11th, when I stood on the waterfront in Jersey City and watched the towers come down and held all my friends who had parents working in WTC who they hadn’t heard from yet.

My 10yr-old daughter and I love potty humor and have decided that whenever we are going to announce that we are going to take a crap it shall henceforth be exclaimed, “I’m going to take a Trump!” Or, “Don’t go in there, I just took a steamy Trump!” Or, “Hey dad, if you’re gonna stink up the bathroom with a massive…

I poop as often as I can, but then again, I’m an hourly employee

I agree, Joanna. And to all the commenters, thank you for the first genuine chuckle I’ve had since Tuesday night. We’ll get through this together, right? *starts crying again*

Irony tastes like blood and smells like shit right now.

I posted a pic of the “Not My President” sign that’s in my window and a lot of people on here gave me shit about it. You can respect the law (yes, he is my president) while symbolically rejecting everything the man stands for (no, he will never be my president). Good for these kids. Once the dust is settled I hope…