What the actual fuck?

Me too! There's still time!

My father-in-law is totally on the spectrum (has a lot of the same behaviours and issues as his daughter - who is diagnosed) but it was just never even thought of when he was growing up. He was just a bit eccentric.

My sister-in-law is on the Autistic Spectrum and her auntie recommended a guy who could totally cure that, you guys. How could he cure it? By showing her flashcards with different colours on them. Somehow the energy from these cards would completely rewire her brain!

And we will have never ending Tory governments until the Sun swallows the Earth....

Well....when he was on TV talking about his support for gay marriage he kept saying 'I'm a big fan of marriage!'.

The fade button! Yes! Dad liked to get creative with his home videos too and add soundtracks too. There's one of me sitting in the ocean, then poking a crab with a stick until it scuttles towards me and I run away only to fall over in a panic - all set to the Baywatch theme

My dad was the same. We have family videos he made of me eating coal. A+ parenting!

I think it's the same in Britain: https://www.gov.uk/rights-for-sur…

You could always put people who would be interested (grandparents etc) on a list and then select the list in the privacy settings before you post stuff like that?

This is fantastic

That might not be true.

He's such a tool!

Just putting it out there - I straight up do not shave my legs and haven't since I was 16 just out of sheer laziness.

I am laughing my ass off about this

I want to eat every single thing on here

Kind of related but not quite as fucked up, a manager at McDonald's (I worked the night shift, she worked the breakfast shift so our path's would cross for about half an hour) would constantly tickle me, call me 'Barbie' because I was 'the blonde with big tits' and grab and slap my ass/comment on it and my chest.

But, then again, that doesn't seem right either...

Yeah, I was thinking maybe Essex girls??

I used to work in a McDonald's in a busy student town and one time, during a very, VERY busy late Saturday night/early Sunday morning shift when the place was full of very, VERY drunk people, one of those (slightly) drunk people came up to the counter.