It really does suck. Terrible people shouldn’t have kids, for a multitude of reasons.

I don’t know who Phoebe Price is, but the fact that she decided to do a sexy photoshoot at what appears to be a Whole Foods is...disconcerting.

feeding kids oils? This won’t end well. I feel bad for the nanny on diaper duty.

That was a good one. There were a few with that theme and It’s uncomfortably accurate.

I thought I was immune to his shit by now but I definitely had an almost puke-in-my-mouth moment reading that. Of course, by “discussions with my daughters” or whatever he said, I pictured slammed doors, hollering at him or the Silent Treatment, and general disgust directed his way.

Right?! If not for my niece I’d cut him off completely. I wouldn’t feel bad about it, either. I’ve done it before. Like I said, total shit bag.

My favorite:

I fucking hate that argument. My shit bag brother uses it. And he just had a goddamn affair with his wife’s best friend! smh

I am beside myself waiting for her interview at 8 pm to see how she will blame Billy. I ordered takeout!

I read it more as him saying “Yes, this has affected me. Well, I’m gonna move on now. Bye, ya’ll!”

Jesus, she looks like her husband in that pic.

Just as #BillyBushMadeMeDoIt trends

Well he should be grateful for the payoff he’s getting, whatever it is, because he’s also getting the blame for everything:

The three of hearts should go on the four of clubs. It’s a bit of a risky move, but I have the feeling that THidds is a risk taker.

Wait until you get to the chapter where Tanya writes her hit song Flake It Off

I know now that the emptiness in my soul will never be filled until I read the rest of Bobby Finger’s screenplay about Tanya Schriff, Ted Hibbleson and the all-knowing rocks of Rhode Island.

I’m reminded of when I lived in Chicago and was at the Drake Hotel having lunch one afternoon. In walks Frank Thomas....White Sox player. He was dressed to the nines and was carrying a briefcase. He was certainly looking very businesslike. He was seated at the table next to mine and after ordering something to drink…

oh no, its far simpler than that - i’m full of shit.

Tanya Shriff. DYING. Bobby Finger for next year’s Pulitzer.