Will this really happen to me when I start pooping out kids?
Kind of a fucked up outcome, especially since I have worked so hard to lose my college weight so that I could meet a guy that would want to fuck then subsequently marry me. To think that I would become rubberwoman after shooting out spawn gives me the hibby gibbies.
But then again my child could be born with 8 legs...
so what's worst?
How about the fact that Sandra Day O'connor's husband has left her for another woman as a result of a serious case of alzheimer's. At his treatment facility, he connected with another patient and forgot all about his real wife who he had been married to since 1952.
"Mom was thrilled that Dad was relaxed and happy and comfortable living here and wasn't complaining," their son said.
Fucked up, yo!
Kind of makes it harder to be a robot when there is so much potential to be hurt out there in the world.
"We live in an era in which we've convinced ourselves that nearly any behavior is okay, as long as we're up front about it," the Observer's Doree Shafrir recently wrote, about the trend of journalistic self-branding.
So should we just forgive and forget? Should we just try to make every effort to be happy? Should Lauren Conrad just take that big dildo out of her ass and just start hanging out with Heidi again?
Can't wait until this week is over.
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