Holy Shit, y’all.
Just Making Convo is one of those incredibly rare funny bitches like Steam Me Up Kid and Hyperbole and a Half that no matter what they post, it has you in fucking stitches.
Though she’s taking a short hiatus, I don’t want to wait to share the hilarious.
Yeah. Try and get the image of the Yam-eltoe or the Wham-eltoe out of your head. Now everything that ends in M for me also ends in -eltoe.
Not gonna lie, I’d really like to see a similar piece on the twatwaffle, though I don’t know what it looks like and I’m not sure I want to.
Go read her stuff. Share the funny, y’all.
—Favorite Comment from my Last Post: From Handflapper: “These people obviously have the emotional maturity of twelve-year-olds. This reminds me of when I went back to school for my undergraduate degree after the birth of my first child. I was in some class with a bunch of freshmen and the assignment was to write an essay about the one thing you could not live without. Hair dryer? Curling iron? Reeeeeally? I had experienced the death of a parent when I was seventeen and I was pretty sure after that I could live without a fucking curling iron. I could live without anything except my own sense of survival. It would be tough, but as long as I kept my sense of self intact, I would survive.That being said, I would grab the dog and some snacks and yell at husband to follow.”