Remember when Jenna Jameson announced her pregnancy and everyone snarked that her babies would be able to waltz right out into the delivery room? By that logic, the 20th Duggar baby should be able to take a running leap and burst out through a hoop of fire.
I mean…20 children. 20. There’s no coming back from that.
You know what? If you have something to say about me, have the guts to say it to my face. Don’t sit by me and “whisper” it loud enough for me to overhear, come up to me and just say it. I’ll respect you a lot more and might not even feel the need to pop off on your ass.
Update: our neighbor also left a bag of grapes on the ground by my father’s car this morning, but I didn’t find those. It’s like some sort of bizarre, unwanted Easter Egg Hunt on any given day in this neighborhood.
Anyone care to guess what was sitting on my front porch this morning?
Oh yes. A(nother) jar of half-eaten, organic peanut butter. But this time, it wasn’t alone. The peanut butter was also accompanied by a half-eaten jar of mayonnaise and three chunks of raw cookie dough sitting in a little container of water.
Seriously, where the hell am I living? Is this typical suburban behavior?
The average bride would have to return all of her wedding gifts if she filed for divorce after only 72 days of marriage. Kim Kardashian should have to give back the millions of dollars she received for this farce.