Hahahah this is the best dirt bag I ever read—fucking hilarious!

This is hysterical. I wish it was a joke or something, because the evolution of your comments is gold!

I think that ending this thread where you try to defend Christians against those who don't hold organized religions in high esteem with a hearty now kill yourself was a really bold move.

No, fuck you is not pearl clutchy, you are right. But it is also not the edgy, non-housewifey response you think it is (as, um, I'm sure housewives use that term plenty). What it IS is incredibly off-putting for anyone actually wanting to engage you in your topic at hand- the care for Evangelical girls and their…

This is all very interesting stuff, discourse I am happy you have started with this post. In the previous post, clutching your pearls over an imagined slight to Jesus (which, BTW, it wasn't- when you add the "a" in front of Jesus you are basically saying "a Jesus-like figure," which.... isn't that what purity rings…

I knew the author as soon as I saw the headline: Callie, and her transparently pro-rabbit agenda.

Thank you. And I'm tired of this attitude that just because an attractive woman wants to demonstrate her desirability (which is fine, you do you — I seriously don't judge), it's a feminist statement. Fuck that. A pretty girl wants to dance around naked and get boys to look at her and think she's hot? Cool. Is she…

finish them quickly and not get another

Redheaded lawyer here. Not really type A by lawyer standards, but possibly by universal standards ;)

Easy there. I just told you what happens to women who give Bud Select 55 guy any attention.

Jager will give you herpes, and tell everyone you gave it to him.

Chianti is the boring guy your mom wanted you to marry, and keeps comparing all your new boyfriends to. It doesn't matter if the new guy is a sophisticated well-born Barbaresco, or a down-home Rosso di Montepulciano. Every time you bring home a new vino, Mom's all like, "you know who I haven't seen in a while?"

Mad Dog is the old man who proposes to you twice a week at the bus stop. :(

Long Island Iced Teas are the gay friend who says they'll be your wingman for the night, then leaves you hugging a toilet while he hooks up with someone you thought you were flirting with.

Single malt scotch is a 50-something college professor at a small liberal arts college. He wears a well-worn tweed jacket with faux suede patches on the elbows over nearly threadbare Levis every day of the week. He has a pipe on his desk but you've never seen him smoke it. His conversation drips with complicated…

Jagermeister has a neck tattoo and is a part time roady for the Reverend Horton Heat, you hook up with him whenever hes in town.

Absinthe taught english in eastern europe and got away with all sorts of shit in the early 1990's.

Porter shows up to dates on his fixie.