Not just that, but EVERYONE is up in her business. Even the angels in heaven. “What chiiiild is thiiis?”
“Hark! The heeerald angeeels siiiing”
“Doooo you seeee what I seeee!?” ;)
Jeeeesus. Give her like five minutes of privacy to pop him out at least.
Merry Christmas. Miracles do happen.
I’m tired of people shitting all over tall people. Where my bigots at?
…make my butt light up?
Glad I’m not the only one who saw it. Makes me feel sorry for those other awesome trees that aren’t whoring themselves out for votes.
You know you’re special when they put you on the committee.
YOU WANT ME TO COME WHERE? WHAT THE?
This broke something in me.
I’ve similarly set aside a Katniss Everdeen Funko Pop for each of my progeny, once they’re of age.
I would’ve gone schizophrenic if the pants and shoes matched. Or if the cops had hats, at least.
I underestimated it. Pretty damn good album.
“First president with vaginas,” per above. Kinda like graduating with honors.
Mmmmmm’lady
I think “vag havers” is the preferred nomenclature.
Have you tried the Queso ones? They’re like an even-better cheddar and sour cream.
a cesspool that your young mind isn’t ready for.
You can’t say that and not share a link.
When you find a (rare!) female online, you must protect her at all costs. She will be surrounded by ne’er-do-wells and men of ill-intent. You are her knight. She is your lady. You must never doubt yourself in this. Nature will take its course.
That’s when you start negging her.
Use Gordon Ramsay’s method (which means using a saucepan). Seriously, just do it. You won’t believe how good your eggs can be and you’ll never do it any other way. Regular scrambled eggs, but they’re so rich they taste like cheese eggs.
Likewise for frankincense and myrrh. Couldn’t have smelled great in that stable.