Easy. Go into the P bathroom. If they question you just say you thought it stood for “pussy.” Tell your men friends to use V and when they ask them, they should say they thought it stood for “vas deferens.”

We have only two choices, really.

America: where you might be able to convince someone to pretend that they respect you as a human being if you threaten to take away basketball.

Hopefully the NCAA and NBA tell them to fuck off.

Literally me while reading this article. I had to switch over to the camera app partway through to share my wee one’s attachment issues. I’m recovering from abdominal surgery so I have a pillow over my belly, which just makes it easier for this little beast to smoosh up against my face. She fell asleep while I’ve been…

My daughter dances on a competition dance team and so I have spent many a weekend watching routine after routine. This routine is shit. Not only is the choreography shit, the execution is shit. 0/10, would not watch again

It makes even less sense with the sound on.

please explain it to me.

Stage fright is real. I applaud her for knowing her limits and what’s best for her. If I remember correctly Amy Winehouse struggled with it and I imagine it can take a toll after a while.

This is so creepy and I feel weird now.

I listened to this with the sound off, and I have no idea what is going on.

I refuse to believe this is real.

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I love the hell out of all of this. Kittehs are the goddamn best.

I volunteer at a shelter that only takes in strays. (The other shelter in town take in owner surrendered cats.) Strays can be the cuddliest kitties because they had human companionship once but lost it for whatever sad reasons.

My cat fucking loves me. She loves people in general, but she is especially attached to me. She is at the door when I get home from work. She will paw me for hours after I get home so I won’t forget to give her love and affection. She follows me everywhere. If I go in the bathroom without her she claws the door till…

Jesus, some people...

My sister is at home a lot right now, and she’s confirmed that, yes, a few minutes before I usually get home from work, my cat climbs out of wherever he’s been napping and goes to wait by the door for me. It fills me with joy every day.

aw. my cats love me so much, it’s always so obvious. they always sit next to me (or on top of me), wherever i go in the house. they follow me everywhere too and wait for me outside the bathroom. i don’t know if they know when i’m coming home, but every day as i pull up to the house after work, they’re in the window…