How is it that I’m 31 … and STILL terrified of parental disapproval?!?
You know what I do when I am plagued with a lifelong fear of parental disapproval? I sign up for a reality show in which I announce that I blew a dude on the second date.
Goat Soap gets unveiled to The Poor Baughers tomorrow. Quite the comedown, I imagine, from the days when their mentally ill daughter was able to convince a McCain to go out with her.