Church stops telling people who and how to fuck, people will stop bring their fucking-related issues to church.

/internet hugs/ I’ve been there. Stay strong.

I can honestly say I have never in my life ever spent one second of my life concerned about someone seeing my butthole during sex. It has never even entered into my mind.

I’m not sorry, that I will tell my goddaughter that she was not a good person, due to her personal choices.

Also, driving a boat with your dick, i.e. Tommy Lee.

Hm. Am I the only one not buying the fact that Pam Anderson  casually tosses about phrases like ‘Pyrrhic Victory’ in everyday conversation?

Listen, please dismiss. When you respond to them, they are then approved which is exactly what they want. You might be unbothered but a lot of people will not be so. And the more people respond, the higher chance they have of permanently being approved.

I miss my grandpa so much.

My dad is awesome in a “this is what you shouldn’t do in life” sort of way. That doesn’t diminish the fact that I love him dearly. He was great growing up. He did a lot of stuff he should have done, like take care of me and my sister and was married to our mom for 20 years. Unfortunately, me and my sister both knew…

Trigger warning: for those who have experienced trauma this may be triggering—if you cannot read because we have that shared background, just know that I am part of your platoon and you are not alone.

I loved looking at the pics. I admire his ability to doze and keep his pipe in his mouth.

My dad says he *hates* the cat but also sends two or three pictures a week of cute things she does or ‘hilarious’ tricks she learned. He’s so in love with the cat, and so embarrassed by it.

Aww, my dad was always asking about the damn cats, and threatening to make barbie fur coats, then spending hours petting them while watching his civil war documentaries. I miss him, and his dad jokes.

Me! My story is down in the greys but I haven’t spoken to my emotionally abusive asshole dad in two years. I spend Father’s Day celebrating my husband, who is a wonderful father to our son, thank god.

My dad has had a moustache and beard for my entire life. When we were little my sisters and I tried to get him to shave it off because it was itchy when he hugged us and he told us he couldn’t because he didn’t have a face underneath the hair. Now I am a grown-ass adult but I still shudder inside when his wife talks…

My dad’s family were Hungarian immigrants. Maybe that was why affection in terms of hugs and “I love yous” never came easily to him. He was gruff but we quickly learned it was mostly just show and he became “The Old Bear”. He taught me how to: throw a split finger knuckle ball, how to tie over a dozen types of knots,…

My dad is a saaaaaaint. I love him. He is my favourite person in the world. He is also the source of 90% of my irritation in any given day but that’s parents for you. He has always been a world-class dad. I had terrible sleep problems when I was little so he used to come into my room and sleep on the floor until I…

My Dad was a wonderful man. He took my sister and I to breakfast every Saturday morning so Mom could sleep in. This happened every Saturday (I got cheeseburgers, sis chocolate chip pancakes) no matter how long he’d been on the road (selling hunks of steel - that z-shaped thing your bike pedal is on is a “forging”). He…

My father is...not nice, let’s put it that way. Now my grandpa (mom’s dad) is great. He never went to school because his father died when he was a child and left my great-grandma with a bunch of kids and one of them was disabled. Everyone in that house had to work to survive. My grandpa learned how to read and write…

One melon asked the other melon to run away and get married. The other melon said, “Sorry, cantaloupe.”