vegbrarian
vegbrarian
vegbrarian

Another non-breeder here, but this is kind of short-sighted on your part. You do know that the doctor you will have when you are old is probably a kid right now right? You don’t want to pay to have them educated, so that they’re competent when they’re caring for you later? Same thing with other kids who will

Her standards seem to be disturbingly low.

Surprisingly hillbilly, really. Too much “I’m my own grandpa” going on around here...

“I think he’s very kind. He has a great heart. He would not harm anybody, he would not harm women or men. He’s really a great, great guy with a beautiful heart and he loves to help people.”

I kinda thought this too, but I feel like my relationship is not what would qualify as “normal”. We are monogamous right now, but both have been in other types of relationships in the past as well. If my partner wanted to sleep with someone else, I would expect that he would just tell me that he was interested in

Tinder does have a “about me” section that users can fill out. Really this is where those kinds of details should go. For whatever reason, people sometimes don’t enter any info about themselves or what they’re looking for. Which was always a guaranteed “NO” for me when I was using that app (other automatic

I snort-laughed.

I was gonna say, maybe they’re looking for a third. Tinder is certainly a viable venue for such.

Maybe he gets more attention in Alberta, but I always assumed that EVERYONE knew about Gordon Korman! I was a hardcore MacDonald Hall fan as a kid, and devoured every Korman book we had at the library. He just writes great stuff. :)

Amen. The only good thing about weddings is when they play the Rasputin song and everyone has a big Russian-kick-dance style dance-off.

Getting married because you’re expected to is the exact opposite of woke.

Noro ruined my absolute favorite food (red lentil dahl) for me for over two years. Puking curry and rice is awful.

Mine was about 7 years ago. Totally agree with you, it still makes me shudder remembering it.

Here’s something completely revolting:

That’s actually a reasonable approach to having noro.

Norovirus is the absolute WORST. At first, you’re afraid you’re going to die. Then you’re afraid you’re not going to die.

OMG I had an ingrown hair on my crotch one time that I honestly thought was like a tumor or cancer or some shit. It was under the skin and there wasn’t any whitehead on it or anything. It just kept getting bigger and more sore. Until one day I finally worked up the courage to poke it with a pin. ALLLLL the pus.

Ok so because most people are going with some combo of puke/shitting themselves (NOROVIRUS, the worst), I’m going to go with a dental horror story.

The baby dolls freak me out. Like, more than regular babies. Which also freak me out quite a bit.

Dude, I feel your pain.