Well. I mean sure, but if you post it on instagram you're not just trying to amuse your daughter.

Be nice to Kilmeade. He's not the brightest crayon in the box. He still thinks Alan West has got his nose.

Emily, child, what is your address? I would like to send you a copy of A Woman's Worth. It's very preachy, but it taught me to never settle for 'princess.' We are high priestesses, my dear. We are the queen and the king. We can claim our own territories, if we fucking want to.

Because that's the way Disney wants folks to think is the perfectly happy ending: Becoming a Princess (or, in modern times: A Kardashian).

The fact that every comment isn't this comment makes me wonder if we saw a different version of this story.

When my daughter was ten she asked how she could become a princess. I said she could move to Europe or the Middle East and marry a man her Grandfathers age whom she hardly knows. I offered to make some calls, hoping for a beneficial alliance with a powerful head of state, but She never really brought it up again.

You mean they would be forced to live in their infrastructure-less kingdom? Looks like there's a silver lining after all.

"The snide comments and casual racism here is just ridiculous."

"I mean white people definitely have been staking their claim on land for hundreds of years"

Congratulations. Emily is gonna grow up to be literally the worst.

Good luck with the rest of fatherhood, buddy.

That Leah Remini item could be a most excellent Mad Lib.

HOLY SHIT you win. My condolences - I'm feeling terror thinking about that hair dryer part. Forget the being naked and yelled at, electrocution is a phobia of mine!

He was the hottest fucking thing

DRAKE!

Ha! I was going to commiserate that I got robbed by a roommate once too, but he didn't threaten to kill me, so your story definitely trumps mine.

Well that's a way to kill someone I'd never thought of before. What the fuuuuuuuuuuu

You win.

I feel like when someones that much of a D, their last name should also be published.