my mother, natch.
my mother, natch.
okay but i finally learned how to fold a fitted sheet and that was a proud moment
Agreed. I honestly don’t think I will ever be as awed by a game again as I was by the following: WoW for the first time, or the first Colossus in Shadow of the Colossus.
This is some fucking mighty fine Kinja
Well, this one time in the ‘90s, my family went on vacation. We have a big family, and a winter storm knocked our power out, and somehow the person in charge of making sure we were all in the airport shuttle miscounted. So I got left home alone for a couple days. No biggie, I found some cash for snacks and pizza, but…
She totally has to tell you, otherwise it’s entrapment.
I got grayed out on Deadspin for calling out Draper for un-approving a snide comment I made. *
I mean, a box of Tampax with the cardboard applicator specifically says that the applicator is flushable so who wouldn’t think you can flush the tampon too?
You know it just occurred to me — some of those little built-in bins I’ve seen said “SANITARY NAPKIN DISPOSAL” on the lid. Which, by leaving out “and tampon,” leads everyone to assume that the correct thing to do with tampons is flush them.
Like it’s easy to kinda assume a tampon would break down or fall apart in toilet/pipe/sewer conditions — it’s just a wad of white fluffy stuff. But pads are all HEY HERE’S SOME LEAKPROOF PLASTIC LINING AND THEN SOME MORE PLASTIC and ....? That’d be like flushing half a diaper. :|
As a politically engaged Canadian I cannot really respond to this article without wanting to throw my computer at the wall because it conflates like five different issues with varying degrees of accuracy.
Okay, this has got to stop.
I’m pretty miffed about Rona fucking Ambrose and her lame attack. All they did was allocate some of their housekeeping funds to nannies instead of whatever Harper was doing with that share (polishing his Lego head?). It’s a non-story borne of desperation. And the NDP attacks and says he’s not spending enough? Buddy…
I had #vaginaconfusion
An alternate headline for this piece could be, “Is My Weird Lust for Tom Hiddleston Clouding My Judgment, Oh God”
This is like Jim Henson levels of nightmare fuel...