Me, reading all these Yes comments:
Me, reading all these Yes comments:
Can I come live with you guys? I have 4 totes full of Halloween decorations and nowhere to decorate!
This is my best guess: She’s married to husband #1, cheats on him with future husband #3. Gets pregnant, divorces husband #1, has babies, meets and marries husband #2, he adopts babies as his, she divorces him, then marries husband #3 (biological father to babies but not legal father).
Sure. I’m also positive thousands of people in my family tree have done thousands of things I find gross. Doesn’t mean I gotta like it.
I just responded to a comment above yours with that very same concern. Especially in a small place like the UK with only 9 men fathering all those babies... I’m not great at probabilities but it seems like a pretty high chance that two of them are gonna touch butts at some point.
I always wonder if anyone stresses about the potential fallout from “prolific” sperm donors. Like, I’m assuming that most of the people benefiting from the donations are in the same general area (like, tri-state probably), so it’s conceivable (heh) that those half siblings could meet and get it on with each other…
I want to save all of my menstrual blood and send it to him with a thank you note for keeping it safe from the war.
I bet she makes an amazing green bean casserole. But then she’ll sit there and silently judge me as I eat it.
Just stopping in to say I love your username!
Funny story time: This past Saturday it happened. My boyfriend got a text at about 5 pm (so admittedly not late, but still) about his friend giving a talk at this art show/performance/lecture thing. She gave her talk at 10pm. I agreed to go. We got there a little before 10, by midnight we were leaving and I’d bought 9…
Oh my god, this is the worst! Like, did they forget what they’re doing? Was the finger cold and they just wanted a warm place to put it for a minute?
Circle circle, dot dot...
Yes! It’s like paying someone $50 to scream in your ear for 4 hours and then force you to carry them around piggyback style for 8 hours the next day at work.
Lets scar some childhoods!
Does not compute. Is he on cocaine? (only kinda joking)
This story is a thing of beauty. I’m loving the thought of a bunch of insufferable club kids scampering away from the lady with the bat!
It’s been pretty great for us, too. He’s also been really understanding about me not being willing to spend all night at a club, sleep for 3 hours, then go to work hung over. He gets it. His friends don’t get it, but I try not to worry about them. He’s also gonna be 30 in just a couple weeks so he’s discovering the…