There are a few people in the world whose humor is such that when they tell a joke, I must sit back, witness the fuckery, and then begin to laugh my ass off. These are the people who help give me the balls to say the terrible shit I say.
Jen is most certainly one of those people.
If you think that’s funny, you should also stalk the comments section here. Jen’s tearing up the jokes and earning strikes against her restraining order from Nathan Fillion all ova’ the place, y’all. Keep brining the funny, Jen!
—Favorite Comment From The Last Post: From Kelly: “I think the fact that that link had the top five is scarier than the actual pictures… because it means there’s MORE out there somewhere. I think I’ll tape one of those on my mirror and use it as a benchmark – “Do I look better than this trainwreck?” Yes, feel free to leave the house. No? Consume something lethal in mass quantities. As for bad luck, nothing really comes to mind except that dear daughter asked me what a sister wife was and how babies were made all in the same day. I’m thinking the only thing that could have topped that afternoon was if she would have also started her period.”