I got molested by my dad’s friend when I was fifteen, and my dad invited him to my sixteenth birthday a few months later. I had a temper tantrum and smashed my cake on the ground and cried all night, but to this day have never told anyone why I was so upset.

Um. I love him.

Oh, I thought we were talking about my ex husband

It’s called the scrub mommy because it has a soft side :)

(I didn’t make that up, thats their advertising).

Also it does 2x the work for less money than the scrub daddy costs. I didn’t make that up either, but it’s true, they’re cheaper, and that’s very funny.

This is a cool new vocabulary word, thank you. Would you consider the aura some people get before migraines to fit this definition?

Quack

It was very funny, I like this a lot, thank you.

Ouch, now my back hurts and I feel called out.

My orange boy was also the smartest cat I’ve ever had. I do love the “one orange braincell” meme, but I’ve always heard the… idk, rumor? Wives tale?.. that orange cats were the best hunters, and that was true for my guy.