I'm about to go high-five this woman's vagina.

I was debating what to post today but couldn't decide. And that was CLEARLY because the Lord Baby Jesus knew I'd see this 5 minutes later and laugh so hard my stomach hurt:

"Jesus be a fence around this baby’s mother’s Love Pocket. May it recover, in His MIGHTY name. I IMMEJATELY started doing kegels upon seeing the picture because I got stressed by proxy."

"This baby walked out of his mothers vagina with a career and bills."

"...My uterus just put up a 'closed forever' sign when I read this. Any eggs that were left over just scrambled themselves to save my poor lady bits from that type of destruction. I’ll be over in the corner with my legs crossed thinking about ice packs and Percocet."

P.S. I am aware I'm a bad person. But some of the comments are so, SO funny.

Via Awesomely Luvvie: Whose Precious Giant Newborn is This?

Priorities, people.

Well, yeah, don't be silly -- we only care where Dennis Hastert's dick is if it's in the wrong restroom, not in a minor.

-- Via Twitter

I feel as though the Asshole Ratio is pretty even here.

I understand this goes against my general "do unto others" philosophy -- I would NOT want this done to me. I feel bad about it, it's a dick move, and makes me a GIANT asshole.

We all on board? Excellent, 'cause I'm posting this screenshot of an OkCupid message, anyway. There's too much majesty in it to be confined by a mere retelling. You must behold the glory in its entirety.

Identifying information has been deleted/changed to protect the overly cheerful at 8:goddamn-13 in the morning.

Damn, that's a lot of emojis when you're 52. (Or any age, really. But 52 for sure.)

P.S. My profile mentions Carlin's seven dirty words, but just generally, gentlemen -- pro tip? Never lead with farts. I'm still a lady, fuckface.

So, um... You're saying he's pulling out...?

 (Article, screenshot taken from Huffington Post.)

That time I damned myself to hell before noon.

I asked my mother what I could bring to Christmas dinner, maybe a dessert or wine, and she said, "No worries, we're all set for food, and we have enough to drink -- there's water and soda and juice."

Oh. Oh, honey. Is it GIN and juice? Is there grape drank? (That's what those Sunny D commercials meant by "purple stuff," let's be honest.)

See, I can't get through Christmas with that big fake smile on my face without mixing pills and alcohol, Karen Walker style. Besides, if you read The Bible, you'll learn Jesus turned water into wine because He WANTED us to be half in the bag on His birthday.

Jesus was a partier. Fact. He didn't go all in with hats and streamers and all that, because that's just excess, but He could knock back goblets of His own blood like nobody's business.

My handbasket is lubricated.

In today's news: Top 5 places I never thought to put the body of Christ.  

Wait, though...If the guy goes down on me after, is that, like, communion?

Happy Sunday, all. Go shop at Kink after church -- they'll fill you with the Spirit. (Spirit fingers? No, wait...)

P.S. Tee hee -- "inbox."