We PLAYED with each other. We tickled and gave wet willies and danced around and acted a fool. And our photos are AWESOME.

She looks like she needs to pee.

I ask my great-nephew for a kiss, and he kisses everyone except me just to mess with me. So I "kiss-attack" his face, and plant teeny ones all over to get him to squeal. It's a game. But at the moments when he really does not want to be played with or touched, I leave him alone. He makes his feelings quite obvious.

I'm sorry. I'll stop doing things you don't like, thanks for knocking me off my stool.

Ouch, that hurt. You really got me, there. I ought to tell on you.

Please stop talking to Fauxcused. He thinks he has put us all in our places, because he's a twelve-year-old. Booooooooriiiiiiing.

Boredom? Justification? Internet lollipops?

Don't talk to that dipshit.

This Logan's Run fucking country... once human beings reach child-bearing age, their wants and needs are irrelevant. It's like we are no longer even human beings when we're no longer cute widdle chubby cheeked youthful sprites. We become animals and robots as we age.

No, we're supposed to let the mother die, because she should already be gone. She was supposed to have died, and now she's being artificially preserved as a DNA cooker. The "baby" should not be a factor in this, because the mother was supposed to ALREADY BE DEAD.

All they have to do is pray! Prayer ALWAYS works!

I KNOW I shouldn't body snark, but there is absolutely NOTHING physically appealing about this unwashed dude. Throw his brains, success, interests, and personality into the mix, and my head explodes at how he can find anyone willing to even touch him, let alone get knocked up by him.

This is a stupid response, and you know it. Read the goddammed article, there is more involved than just, "beliefs."

I've called people Adolf when they were acting like bastards. I probably shouldn't have, but they deserved it at the time.

The Diary of Anne Frank was written by a child, to be read by children. Where the pornography is located, I don't know. I haven't ever been able to find it.

Last Christmas, that song played over and over was the only thing that would get my great-nephew to sleep.

Could everyone stop complaining that the titles aren't listed, please? Just get the joke, already.

What I'd like to know, is where they think the money is going to come from for all these charities to take care of everyone. When charities need government grants in order to serve the small numbers they serve, will the government grants grow larger when when more people need service due to cut benefits? Seriously,…

He makes her tell people they meet that she's 18, while he plies her with weed and acid. Sorry, I'm going off topic, but I get ragey when I think about it.

Maybe the park, or Facebook. Certainly not at school. I'd kill the fucker if I could get my hands on him, though.