I have had two vaginal births and abdominal surgery to remove a burst Fallopian tube. I would rather have 10 more vaginal births than have my abdomen cut open again. Everything sucked and they didn’t have to cut open my uterus as well. No laughing, sneezing, coughing, bending, twisting, poop straining, pee straining,…

I’m going to reply here instead of ungreying you on the advice column article. They have no kids. He’s a lazy do nothing and she is working her ass off. Defensive much?

I’m going to reply here instead of ungreying you on the advice column article. They have no kids. He’s a lazy do…

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I haven’t read the study but I bet the crossover between those who won’t live together before marriage and those who “don’t believe” in divorce is pretty darn high. That’s some results skewing nonsense. They might be married but is one about to be murdered on a cruise ship? Because this letter shows exactly why you…

99.7% of women.

I fed my sister deadly nightshade once. By that time my mom always had ipecac around the house. ;) Pair it with grape soda (or some other rare liquid treat), pop them naked in the bathtub and just rinse the puke and poison off as it comes. Easy peasy!

Seriously? Damn. My engineer grandfather taught his kids to do math like that, and they passed it on. I was taught in school to simply do massive amounts of rote memorization. And I didn’t find out about the fingers trick for multiples of 9 until I was in my 20s.

This article is so weird. Half size tongs from the restaurant supply and a fork covers everything but the scrambled eggs thing and I’m team silicon spatula for that.

I would like to submit the terrible version of “Chicago” style pizza we used to serve at my old job in Reno. Order of ingredients-deep dish dough, toppings, cheese, sauce. So after it was cooked it had like a meatloaf ketchup glaze on the top. I live in a pizza desert.

Yup. I would treat me so good.

If Cthulhu doesn’t win I don’t want to be on this planet anymore.

How bout “fuck off you nasty weasel”? When she freaks out, follow up with a “no1curr” (it is absolutely possible to say that as written you just have to focus to imbue it with the right amount of scorn and condescension).

Only if you subscribe to the reefer madness school of drug categorization.

There isn’t enough information one way or the other. In which case, it’s usually best to err on the side of abstaining. It’s not like a puppy who accidentally ate your stash and was fine. It’s a tiny person and it could potentially fuck up their entire life. I do support the minimal use of pot to aid women who…

Anytime Simon Callow appears on screen I MUST call out Mr Beebe! It’s a tic.

Okay :) I think I’m having a bad internet implication day lol.

So much to unpack in the anti-lunch comment so I can see how this didn’t make the cut. I will take the petty bitch side.

I wasn’t arguing with you. I just remembered the St Louis woman and felt like sharing. Four sets of twins will never stop blowing my mind.

Prosecuting people for online stalking is still very, very new. Maybe in 20 years we will as a society have integrated online life and “real” life so thoroughly that unsolicited dick pics and flashing are considered the same crime.

I think I first heard this song deep into my Douglas Adams super fan phase. So I forever associate it with Hitchhiker. It’s a weird connection.