Some good news:
What an utterly heartbreaking journey; I’m glad it turned out alright for the parents in the end.
Good on them for being pro-choice advocates.
Okay. To whom do I turn in my credentials?
You need to take your woman card right to the White House lawn and set it the fuck on FIRE!
Given recent comments, wouldn’t it be better to leave that for the Canadians?
Oh, wait, you mean burning the card.
Porque no los dos?
A card made of paper would make some awfully good tinder. Just sayin’.
What if we never got properly credentialed in the first place? When I applied they asked to see my charred bra, and I had to admit I didn’t own one.
Thank you for proving my point.
Oops. I didn’t see your post. May I offer an off-brand carbonated cola drink?
Thanks muchly! That’ll go nicely with my Beavertail!
Does it taste like beaver?
Get your minds out of the gutter, people.
This has got to be a thing!
I mean, it might be made like that. But I am very confused by the jump straight to rodent anal gland secretions as being less in the gutter than anything else.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at Stormy Daniels.
Vanilla doesn’t ensickenen you afterwards?
WTF.
But I vacation there!
Quick-bake bread dough, stretched and deep-fried, with sugary toppings, served hot.
Mmmmmmm.