Or because you just thought about it.

Yup, and it always flares up right before a period.

I would say that people being dead and wounded and a child who’s parents really fucked up her future would be the worst thing.

I'm listening to the police scanner live and shots were JUST fired.

I come from a family that hunted for food, not sport, was harsh on us concerning gun safety, and walked the talk by making sure things were locked up when not in use. I defended our “right” to own guns because I grew up in a small town world where nothing like this even happened.

Where does one even begin to comment on such a story as this? It’s really depressing.

Yep. I used to post there for years, but now I'm forever stuck in the grey there.

I fucking love you, Ms. Winter.

Will a Derpy puppy work?

My hair is half wavy/curly half straight. This makes me constantly look like I just escaped from the humid rain forests of South America, surviving on bugs. Thanks, genetics.

Or she's a typical sadistic anti-vaxxer.

“I no longer drink cow’s milk. I’ve grown to appreciate country music. And I used to be a person who was never going to have a child, but I am now the deeply smitten steward of a 5-year-old girl.”

I’ll give you BBQ. I’m flexible.

Where I live, there’s no excuse to eat fast food. None. We have a great mix of cultures here that show how to do food correctly. I thank them daily for their contributions to America.

This country has sucky food, that’s why people get too excited about things like Pho. We have to rely on foods of other cultures to survive.

Let us pray to our ganja God, Chester Cheetah who resides on The Mountain of Dew, for providing us with his heavenly plant that helps us deal with our daily hell on this planet.

This idea would have been really cool back in 2012, the year in which conspiracies and the whole “Mayans predict the world will end this year” were being hyped. But I’m happy with this happening vs never happening at all.

Moana is fucking adorable and my girl will be nuts for her, as will her friends. The new Elsa in their lives.

My grandma knows what this is. We’re from Michigan. She called it “Great Depression dinners”.

This is EXACTLY what I want, but hairdressers say it won't work on me.