I know what they MEANT, but what I read was, “Mommy found out she was pregnant and realized she needed to stop drinking and get her life in order.”
I typed “gyno exam,” but my phone thought I meant “gyro exam,” and now that is definitely a thing I am also interested in scheduling.
Forgotten Bottom: Philadelphia neighborhood, or title of my forthcoming autobiography?
P.S. “Search here”…in Forgotten Bottom… <Beavis laugh>
A friend shared this screenshot of an online dating profile she encountered, and aside from the fact that this man is obviously insensitive garbage, um…no psychiatric illness RHYMES with depression, you fucking nimrod. People don’t have “cepression.”
I mean, I guess depression rhymes with itself? But that’d be a pretty shitty poem. You should take a creative writing class or something, I bet you could learn some ways to work around that mental block. Or even just Google “words ending in ession” — Oppression. Concession. Transgression. Impression.
Oh, fuck you, Netflix.
Read the room, man, DAMN — today is for cartoons and British people baking. I’m at capacity on political shit right now.
Holy shit, when did Philadelphia become part of the Bible Belt?