*crickets*
*crickets*
“Have you lost your mind?” Amy asked. “What do you even know about this man who would become her father?”
Agreed. The man is JUST. SO. BORING.
It’s no where near the justice that should have been served in this case, but glad to see this fuckbungler getting some, ANY, jail time.
The BEST part about a cheap wedding dress is that you won’t feel bad at all when you chuck it in the thrift store bag after you get divorced.
My divorce party was honestly so much more fun than my wedding. My wedding sucked a giant bag of donkey dicks. Mind you, so did my marriage, so it was kind of appropriate.
If I had to do it over again (which I wouldn’t, because I’m not dumb enough to make the same mistake twice) I would do far less DIY. I DIY’d like…
Really, after all this time this is the very LEAST Seaworld could do.
Especially finger tattoos. Fingers are awful canvases to begin with, you’re almost guaranteeing the lines will run, and then you write tiny little script on them and expect that somehow it won’t look like complete and utter shit.
SO TRUE. I had to pickup tampons recently after not buying them for a while, and seriously could not figure out which box I was supposed to get, and I’m the one using them! There are too many choices.
Pigeons like to hang out on my window sill at work when its sunny outside. My coworkers think I’m nuts because I’ll wish them “good morning” if I happen to notice them. And I’m pretty sure the birds can hear me, because I can hear their unstoppable cooing through the window too. :)
I was still in the middle of my hideously awkward phase at 18. I didn’t turn into a normal-looking human until sometime closer to 24.
I just wear the closest thing to pyjamas that I can reasonably get away with.
My friends and I regularly meet up for some “crotching”. So you aren’t alone...
My brother (who being moderately autistic has been known to occasionally say terrible things without really appreciating how truly terrible they are) once referred to our mother as “husky”.
Somewhat embarrassingly, I’ve actually lost the ability to correctly pronounce this word.
Hey, some of us were ugly duckling babies. I was a terribly homely child until well into my teens (why did no one do anything about the unibrow??), who luckily sort of “swan-ed” out a bit as adulthood set on and my limbs/nose/ears/teeth finally stopped being too big for the rest of my body.
Sadly, Jack Layton was so ill by then he probably never would have made it to the state dinner even if he had been elected.
Strep throat is how I (RIDICULOUSLY) ended up with scarlet fever about 10 years ago. I was camping in the literal middle of nowhere, and woke up about 2 days in with an awful fever. My dad drove me to the closest hospital, which was in a very small rural community about 2 hours away. Because I wasn’t presenting with a…
Creme fraiche. :)