I need to leave my room to do something but that requires putting on pants.
Everyone needs to chill the fuck out.
All this hurricane shit is getting so annoying.
I live like 300 feet from the water and I’m not pissing my pants like some other people.
I honestly feel sorry for my future kids if they end up being gay.
- Kid: "Mom?"
- Me: "Yeah?"
- Kid: "...would you still love me if...I was gay?"
- Me: "...are you gay?"
- Kid: "Yes."
- Me: "OH MY GOD YES COME HERE NEW FAVORITE CHILD I KNEW I RAISED YOU RIGHT GIVE ME A HUG I'M MAKING COOKIES DO YOU WANT A NEW CAR HERE PUT GLEE IN THE DVD PLAYER WE'RE HAVING A PARTY."