Remember the Sesame Street tribute on the Emmy’s that one year and how you watched it at your desk and cried?

You know how some days you’re in such physical distress from your Evil Ladies Be Sinning Women Times that just looking at a picture of another woman in tight pants and high heels makes you physically uncomfortable?

When you’re having dinner/drinks with a couple (couples) you’re friends with and all of a sudden someone just starts blurting out the most inappropriate over-share-y sexual anecdote EVER. And you’re all like, big fake smile/inwardly freaking out and immaturely laughing. And then the rest of the night is just spent counting down the minutes to when you and your significant other can get back to your car/home so you can deconstruct whatever the hell just went down in excrutiating detail.

We still talk about the one time my friends boyfriend decided to let us all know how many times a day he masturbates. IN DETAIL. Like, he went on about it.