I got a solid five seconds of laughter out of this and am still fighting a little chuckle.

This dad jokes.

Fluffy drumsticks!!! 🍗🍗

From the looks of things, someone already beat you to it.

I mean…now I have to spend a bunch of time taking off the makeup, so how am I supposed to do anything else? Totally productive! 🥲

You’re getting into some fun philosophical concepts with this. Look up the mind body problem and you might find some interesting reads. :)

I hope that’s not how they did it.

We worship brands in this country, young man. You call yourself a Tylenol-American or you can’t have any dessert.

I’m guessing you’re located in the US, based on the location of the schools. I recommend presenting your husband with statistics regarding the amount of money a single income household needs compared to what jobs meet those needs. Most jobs in this country don’t provide a livable single wage, let alone family wage, and this is only getting worse with inflation. The likelihood of your daughter finding a husband who can take care of her without her help nowadays is extremely slim. It’s possible, but to count on that is very dumb.

Your husband sounds very out of touch.

You need to have a serious conversation with your husband about how he is setting her up to fail by giving her whatever she wants. She’s a child; he’s an adult and should know better.

Who is this supposed to be? I can’t tell because the face is a normal size.

This one seems to be fully cooked (with some burned spots) on top and raw on the underside, so I’m not sure what happened with OP’s recipe.

I think that’s the age I’ll turn next, but I kinda stopped remembering/caring once I hit 30. My advice is to not remember how old you are so that you have to do math to figure it out; that should discourage your friend from being bothered by how old he is. Instead, he can be bothered by the fact that he can never remember his own age. ;P

Mid-30s woman here, from western US. I call my mom any of the following, depending on mood/context:

• Mom
• Mommy
• Mama
• Ma (definitely can become Maaaaa at times)
• Uma
• Mother (usually in a jokingly stern tone)
• Her name (when she’s being particularly deaf)

I read it as GLaDOS first and got a little smile, then went back and reread it as Cave Johnson and laughed.

I desperately want to unsee this and I hate the fact that I can’t.

Well, since he’s clearly unnamed, I’m naming him Speck.

Mustardize me!

I haven’t looked that good in a photo in ages; I’m glad they got my good side.

I…want to eat it.