I, for one, am whelmed.

So, I follow Lucien Greaves on Twitter, and was flummoxed by this morning’s tweet:

This one, right here. Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

WHELL!!!  *fans nethers*

Thank you for sharing this. ❤️

So. Much. THIS. 

Jesus Christ, but you’re pathetic. 

More of the same. Lazy fucks can’t even be bothered to come up with creative usernames  

Welcome back!!!

I’m not taking this fuckstick out of the greys, but I’m posting this here so that other folks can see what an asshole he is. 

❤️ Thank you ❤️

We ended up with that cat by complete accident, when I was around six years old. My mother’s nickname for her was actually “snafu.“ It took me years before I understood what she meant. :)

❤️

Thank you ❤️. I don’t share that information because I love it, as I’m sure you can imagine. But I am a walking cautionary tale. And I feel like this article, in particular, could use words from someone who knows.

Ah. Spoken like a perfect person.

Then count your lucky stars.  But try to do that without passing judgement on other parents.

If I’d have to hazard a guess, the public appreciates when you stay inside.

How do you know they’re not keeping themselves alive so that they can grow older and eventually exact revenge on you for being such a judgmental asshole?

It doesn’t matter whether or not you can process it.  It happens, and it happens to good, loving, nurturing parents.  Do you want to know why? Because humans are fallible. Even you.

Sure do love all the perfect parents in this comment section who have never, ever fucked up, not even once. Not even when they are tired, or stressed, or sick, or overworked or running on fumes.