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Oh for sure. But usually people who are pro gun are anti choice and it's too early to start drinking for an abortion/gun convo.

Sometimes it’s even easier to get than birth control! (Like literally the pill)

I’ve never shot a gun (I’m not a big fan of loud noises), but I am also not as virulently anti-gun as some people here. I believe that they should just be treated the same way we treat cars- if you want to use one, you have to take a test that shows you are competent and understand safety procedure, then you get a

For a baby shower for one of my best girlfriends, I bought a ton of super cute baby clothes on clearance. I spent less than $5 on ADORABLE stuff.

This happens all the time. I visited Edgar’s Mission, a local farm sanctuary, and they said they get calls every day from people trying to find a home for unexpectedly enormous pigs. And micro-pigs aren’t even available in Australia.

My mom is Filipino and she does remind me of her a bit. The way they presented growing up Asian in the nineties is pretty spot on. Many of us participated in black culture just because it was the closest thing to ours at the time. It took me a while to grow out of it. The first step was realizing that I don’t enjoy

I’m pregnant with my first, and I’m not gonna lie, I think I’m more afraid of that first poop than I am actually giving birth.

Honestly, I grew up with guns (my dad was a hunter) so I’m (I guess) a rare liberal who doesn’t have a huge issue around gun ownership (as long as they are kept safely).

Poop, Ansel. You are the poop emoji. Everyone knows this. You don’t need to bother asking.

I’ve always thought this new tradition of a “gender reveal party” was absurd. Now that I’m pregnant, I find it even more insufferable. It’s just another excuse to post pictures to Facebook of a “happy” couple. It goes along with my theory that the more you post to social media, the less happy you actually are.

Babies in accessories...gah. Gets me every time!

No lie, delivery was easier than my first poop afterwards. And probably quicker.

Same, my friend. Out of both fear and pain.

Not only that, it hurts like hell from the hemorrhoids. That first poop after having a baby is terrifying.

Oh the squeezie bottle. God bless you, valiant squeezie.

Squeezie bottle of lukewarm water.

Butts aren’t sacred

Bob the drag queen, greatest drag name ever!

bahahaha, babies are funny souls. my youngest used to grunt like a piglet when she nursed, and her eyebrows would go up and down. it was very funny.

Well in Canada you get a year and their economy hasn’t collapsed yet, so that sounds pretty reasonable.