Here’s a test:
I’m holding a baby in one hand and a petri dish holding a fetus in the other.
I’m going to drop one. You chose which.
If you really truly believe a fetus is the same thing as a baby, it should be impossible for you to decide. You should have to flip a coin, that’s how impossible the decision should be.
Shot in the dark, you saved the baby.
Because you’re aware there’s a difference.
Now admit it
Flat, room-temperature beer, artichoke dip, and a Costco-sized bag of chips: the lunch of stoner champions.
Are corn meal crusts gluten free?
|*sex scene comes on*|
|My mom:||I've never watched a show like this....|
|Me:||clearly you've never watched The L Word.|
|Mom:||*sideways glance* no..|
Leaving my friends after every break is so fucking hard, and is the main reason I hate coming home.