Oooooh a modern-day Cinderella story. How interesting. Tell me MOAR!

Christmas 1983 came and went, and no Cabbage Patch kids for us, despite my parents’ fervent trying (I was 6, my sister was 3).

“Overflow crowd”

I don’t think that’s as much of a concern to him. He just truly enjoys the car, and he’s a terrific guy.

We are John’s neighbors and he is, indeed, the coolest dad ever. He’s also a terrific neighbor and friend, and we’ve enjoyed having the Delorean on block.

I have to pass this gas station a few days a week on my way to work!

I’m a Penn State Alum (‘99) and this just sickens me. What happened at my own school sickens me. Having spent years volunteering for The Second Mile hurts - those kids NEEDED adults whom they could trust; not a fucking predator.

Do we know why Deena kept calling her “Laurens”??

I’m 40 and child free by choice. I’ve been going to baby showers for 20ish years and never show up without my standard gift:

Every goddamn weekend we are paying for this shitface to go to his golf courses, and I’m tired of it.

Rita’s?!?? Carvel or GTFO.

Your last statement...

I remember my friend talking about her traumatic birth experience with induction/stopping induction/restarting it etc etc and having CLASSIC symptoms of HELLP Syndrome. As much as nobody really listened to her, she also didn’t advocate for herself. LADIES -WE NEED TO ADVOCATE FOR OURSELVES!!! Nobody knows your body…

:( :( :( :( You will be missed, Kate!!!!!!!! Best wishes in your future endeavors <3

I wanna know what the FUCK employment has to do with fucking NAZIS IN 2017 AMERICA.

Who???? Why?

My dress wasn’t Alfred Angelo (it was Maggie Sottero) and it was $1200...yea.

I live right near that mall - it’s pretty ritzy. But 1. nobody should be fucking proposing there. 2. there’s also a Tiffany and a Cartier in that mall, soooo why BBB? 3. Fuck this guy.

He is the biggest thin-skinned snowflake whiny baby in this entire world. How the fuck did we get here?

He looks and sounds like a 16 year old giving a graduation speech. Yikes.