I think it would be entertaining as hell to just try and get correspondence with him and post that shit on the Powder Room. No need to be in his physical presence.

Yeah, this is why I give the wedding cake. I used to do it professionally and still enjoy it. It costs me $100 in ingredients and saves them $1,000-$2,000. Win win!

It is way worse being fat and tall. They do not make any pants anywhere when you are a size 22 and 6". Does. Not. Happen. At least you can tailor! Nah, really, we're in the same sucky boat. Let's average our height!

I will be so sad if you're just joshin'.

Psst. There are microwave mug blondies ... Go forth and Google in carb ecstasy.

Even though I'm a white lady and have had perfectly pleasant interactions with cops, it has gotten bad enough that I am actively terrified of cops. Their behavior as a whole has revieled most of them to be street thugs wrapped in blue.

I can see that. I worry, though, the way people who have not experienced being more than 50 pounds overweight often assume that people who are that heavy are so by choice. Study after study shows that almost no one in that situation can keep weight off. Who knows why, genetics, depression, but very few obese people…

The fact that the overwhelming majority of obese people cannot lose weight and keep it off indicates to me that it is actually very much out of their hands.

"Go iron your dick" is going in my repertoire.

1776! I love that musical.

Seriously. Tipping is some weird, outdated custom from when we had to bow and scrape to those who were to the manor born. F tipping.

Eep.

I know! I would have done something to make my mom question trusting me to have google back in the day!

I see what you mean. Good kids are good kids regardless of scenario.

That's really not true. I was the only kid in high school who was allowed to sleep over at my bf's house and I was also one of the only kids who knew how to protect myself and at 37 has still never had unprotected sex because my mom talked to me and trusted me. My friends were reckless idiots, partially in order to…

I was allowed to sleep over at my boyfriend's house at 17. One if the best parenting choices my mom ever made.

Oh I know! If I need to motivate myself to clean, throw on an episode of Hoarders and I'm good to go. My mom came very close to becoming a full blown hoarding mess, so that show always reminds me where my slovenly tendencies could lead!

I think just about all of us have been sucked in by at least one reality tv show. For a while there my husband and I were inhaling Wife Swap like it was an illicit substance. It was positively indecent how much we enjoyed judging the couples week after week.