I have often thought of having a destination wedding as a way to whittle down the guest list to the absolute smallest acceptable number - parents and 2-3 friends of each of the couple. You can throw a backyard barbecue celebration after the fact for the wider family. It sounds beautiful to me.

Nothing that has ever yet happened on this earth has ever made me happier than if we somehow got a Walker/Palin ticket. One guy who was so bad at college that he dropped out in his second year, and one lady who was just so gosh-darned good at it that it took her 6 colleges in 5 years to complete a degree. That’ll get…

I’d like it to be similar to those dolphin-safe fishing nets, though, to let other non-Bieber lifeforms through.

This is truly the sickest burn I’ve read on Gawker for a while. Hats off.

Thankfully, all the men commenting on this have reminded me that the only true humor on earth comes from saying or even implying that a man should have knowledge that he doesn’t possess, and then watching them trip over each other to explain how and why they shouldn’t have to know or understand anything that they…

No, you’ve been so busy tripping over your own tongue to be offended that you’ve forgotten to read. I said that men should know how bra sizes WORK, the same way that I know how pants and shoe sizes and belt sizes work. I don’t know your shoe size by looking at you, but I know for damn sure that you don’t wear a size…

Are you implying that it’s magic that I know how a man measures his belt or his pants? Because those are literally the easiest clothing measurements in the world to find, friend, and I’m sorry that using the tape measure has been so hard for you all this time.

Or, apparently, one that required learning how to spell “opposed.”

Congratulations, you have successfully identified the joke.

It was very much a joke, based on how many people I’ve had swear down that they had 8 inches, which may have been true IF they started at the taint.

Please tell me more about this transmission “oil” you know so much about. Is it the same or different than the motor oil? How about the transmission fluid?

Well, “coccyx” sounds a bit like “cock,” so it should be fair game.

Tate is amazing, which is part of what made me sit in front of my computer literally sobbing as the Big Reveal happened (the other part was that my own high school library looked uncannily, exactly, terrifyingly like the one in the show).

It is to laugh. “Higher numbers means more better, rite?” For a 44 inch band on a 120lb frame to work, the woman would literally be a block of one of these aerogels that are almost as light as hydrogen.

Sometimes I’ll forget that Britney is from Louisiana and then she’ll do something like this, and it all comes back to me.

The number of D’s is indicative of how many times you want to dick them.

The difference between physical measurements and the size on the tag is a separate issue - the way the measurement is supposed to be made is pretty clear-cut. Vanity sizing is a scourge on your, my, and all our wellbeing.

That’s not even the taint, that’s starting to measure at the coccyx.

All I know is that if my husband dealt with jock itch as often as I deal with a bra, I’d know about it. And be very concerned.

On that one I can’t help you. I’m still using a BB, which is like using a brick phone from 1988 these days.