Happy fifteenth to Joy-Anna Duggar.  I still think of you as a tiny blonde toddler.  Can’t believe how grown-up you are. 

Caps are mine, bottom right is Anna’s, the rest are Amy’s or else watermarked.

Happy 16th birthday, Josiah Matthew Duggar.  We’ve watched you grow from a rambunctious little boy, to smug little Josh 2.0, to a kid too damn smart and sensitive to be in the family he’s stuck in.  Good luck, son.  Just two years until you can get the hell out. 

Jill!  I am shocked, young lady!  So is Jinger!  (Or Jinger’s making an insert-dick-here face; I can’t really tell.  You be the judge.)

No wonder that kid’s hiding, then.

Yes, JimBob, we know.  That’s how this whole trainwreck of a show got started in the first place.

Well, that was a whole lot of nothing, but I hope it was, at least, quick and painless.  Stay tuned for some accidental fundie innuendo and thanks for reading!

Our closing shot of the episode.  Rock on, boys.  Rock on. 

Jinger tries to keep another Duggar from ending up in the hospital this week. 

Okay, it was pretty funny when they all climbed up there and started tunelessly belting “Amazing Grace,” though,

Oh yeah, these are some well-behaved children.