Misery loves company I guess.

Because nothing says romance better than festering crotch rot. The things they neglected to mention at the convent...

Same thing, right?

I'm guessing silent, properly submissive and blonde.

Meh. It's a tough job and s/he doesn't have much to work with. I hope s/he got the money up front and charged large for representing this guy.

Not willingly.

What's Loreena Bobbitt doing with herself these days?

Did you forget to put your beer googles on?

Amen, girl.

...or she can breathe through her ears.

For a minute there, I thought you were referring to some strange new sexual position I didn't know about.

I'm sure they keep her locked in the cellar until AFTER the wedding.

I know, right? Some dude's skid marks vs a healthy retirement fund? Pfft: no contest.

Wait, what? She has girlfriends and they haven't bitch-slapped some sense into her yet? My GFs would cut my tongue out if I said the shit she's spewing. (That's WHY they're my GFs.)

Isn't there a name for that business?

So would I, but he probably mercy killed himself to escape from her.

I got a good laugh from this all the same. Thx.

Love this gif. It reminds me of every conversation I've ever had with my mother.

Meh, they probably call their own names out when they come.

Let's hope the poor girl didn't wind up enduring 20 minutes of some clueless dude pounding her poor vagina like he was trying to break in a catcher's mitt.