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Grandma, retired information security professional. I garden, make really bad puns, snort when I laugh really hard and enjoy BP because it's pretty funny and BPs are generally pretty kind.
Bubblystrings reply
This is stupid, but I stopped relaxing my hair like 17 years ago, at a time when you’d catch grief from all sides for doing so. Everyone is telling you that you’re only pretty/acceptable/presentable when your hair has been chemically straightened, and your job is telling you that your natural hair is “unprofessional” (I was enlisted). One day I was rocking a straight lion’s mane at this gas station in some small-town pocket of Arkansas, the kind where I could have been the only black woman within an hour of any direction. This burly, tatted up Hell’s Angel’s looking biker dude walked past me and very genuinely said, ‘damn sister, I like your hair!’ and I really appreciated it. Didn’t expect it coming from him, is all, especially since it was coming from nowhere else.
Hey Pandas, What's Your Funniest Autocorrect Fail?
I accidentally texted my very gay IT guy that my new bra was very comfy.
Hey Pandas, What's Your Funniest Autocorrect Fail?
I picked up some Chinese food after work and texted my boyfriend, who loves duck sauce "I'm on my way home now and don't worry, I got extra f**k sauce for you." We still call it f**k sauce instead of duck sauce to this day.
Hey Pandas. Post A Picture Of Something You Saw Online And Absolutely Needed To Try At Home.
Bubblystrings reply
This is stupid, but I stopped relaxing my hair like 17 years ago, at a time when you’d catch grief from all sides for doing so. Everyone is telling you that you’re only pretty/acceptable/presentable when your hair has been chemically straightened, and your job is telling you that your natural hair is “unprofessional” (I was enlisted). One day I was rocking a straight lion’s mane at this gas station in some small-town pocket of Arkansas, the kind where I could have been the only black woman within an hour of any direction. This burly, tatted up Hell’s Angel’s looking biker dude walked past me and very genuinely said, ‘damn sister, I like your hair!’ and I really appreciated it. Didn’t expect it coming from him, is all, especially since it was coming from nowhere else.