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I’m so old I wanted Molly. Bad enough that had this article had nothing to do with American Girl dolls your name would have still made me think of her.

Even with recording it would be impossible to keep up with all the dickish judges. So many.

I cannot do a fishtail to save my life. I'm convinced it's just a code word for super intense arm workout.

I need to do this and I have ten years worth myself, and it is in no particular order (i.e., stacks shoved in boxes that have been transferred and disorganized over and over). I will be overjoyed if it takes me only six hours. You’ve given me hope.

LolaCat I shared your idea on my FB page. It’s already been reshared by several people, all of whom have had their posts reshared. Starting a revolution!

This is rude. Fuck you Eye-Fi.

Can we make this a thing? I'm serious.

Oh my god yes.

I’m sorry to be repeating myself because I’m sorry this has happened again. I don’t get it. I will never get it. I would die to protect my own kids-or any kids, really. How someone can take the life of their own child is beyond my comprehension.

That’s all I keep thinking. These are the people that are supposed to love you unconditionally until the end of time. I cannot imagine a worse death than parents killing children or children killing parents.

And daughters, apparently. Don't forget we need the guns to kill the kids.

Kids too. SOMEONE PLEASE ARM THE CHILDREN!!!

Even if that girl was terrible-how the hell do you kill your own kids? I don't get it and I'll never get it. My mission in life is keeping my kids alive.

No one is knocking on random doors asking if strangers have guns. We are talking about people who have invited a kid onto their home.

May as well give the baby grapes and hotdogs and a fork to stick in the uncovered electrical outlet too. ‘Cause what are the odds, right?!

Parents get to make all sorts of rules! Rules about guns and pools and peanuts and rated-R movies and dogs and sunscreen and red dye no 5 and wearing socks. You name it, we can make a rule for it.

If I wasn’t comfortable asking a person if they had guns in their house I sure as shit wouldn’t leave my kid with them.