I hope that’s not how they did it.

Can we fucking secede already?*

*I’m not even sure how much of that statement is a joke anymore.

We worship brands in this country, young man. You call yourself a Tylenol-American or you can’t have any dessert.

White Anglo Saxon Protestant

Don’t worry; even if he does, his deal with the devil will ensure he survives. I’m convinced it’s the only reason the hamberders haven’t done their job.

I’m guessing you’re located in the US, based on the location of the schools. I recommend presenting your husband with statistics regarding the amount of money a single income household needs compared to what jobs meet those needs. Most jobs in this country don’t provide a livable single wage, let alone family wage, and this is only getting worse with inflation. The likelihood of your daughter finding a husband who can take care of her without her help nowadays is extremely slim. It’s possible, but to count on that is very dumb.

Your husband sounds very out of touch.

You need to have a serious conversation with your husband about how he is setting her up to fail by giving her whatever she wants. She’s a child; he’s an adult and should know better.

Who is this supposed to be? I can’t tell because the face is a normal size.

This one seems to be fully cooked (with some burned spots) on top and raw on the underside, so I’m not sure what happened with OP’s recipe.

You might say “I don’t give a shit” if they do.

Just a thought.

I’m worried that might create a second one. Can he fuck off and die, instead? I’ve been waiting for the McDonald’s to do its job already.

I dunno, this seemed accurate to me - not because millennials don’t want to go to therapy, but because they can’t afford to.

That goddamned movie made leaves look delicious and my child self did not appreciate the lesson in reality versus fantasy. ಠ_ಠ

Absolutely disgusting. Our common ancestors are rolling over in their graves at their inhumanity.

I read it as GLaDOS first and got a little smile, then went back and reread it as Cave Johnson and laughed.

I desperately want to unsee this and I hate the fact that I can’t.

Well, since he’s clearly unnamed, I’m naming him Speck.

I’d get a tiny violin to play, but I don’t shop at Target.

I haven’t looked that good in a photo in ages; I’m glad they got my good side.

In advance, no less.