I hope they mean real mayonnaise and not that abomination called Miracle Whip.

By the way, if ranch dressing is actually more popular than ketchup, I'm still right, because ranch dressing isn't a condiment, it's corporal punishment in sauce form.

I like to imagine that multiple black women have called him a punk and his oblivious takeaway was that they thought he was Ashton Kutcher.

Don't treat your vagina like the alley behind a fast food restaurant.

Gross explanation by medical student:

This is a complete load of shit. Never once have I seen this happen, and "don't send it back, ever" is a dumbass thing to say.

Next headline "House Blaze Started by Drugged Up Blogger; Found Rambling About Menstruation and Plates On Front Lawn"

I keep hoping those of us here in MN will be quietly absorbed into Canada. We already sing their national anthem in the bars, eat poutine, say eh, totally get how cold they are. Feel free to invade us, Ontarians! We'll maybe raise a butter knife to you to make it look convincing that we tried really hard to remain…

Dude, if you get off on oral sex with corpses, kink-shaming is the least of your problems. Literally (by which I mean literally and not figuratively).

This is a meat mountain. That is a meat mole hill. I am not admitting eating this tower of madness. That never happened. My picture is not on the wall.

Please make some lovely grown-up dresses with sleeves! You have no idea how much I'd be willing to pay for dresses (work and dressy dresses) with some goddamn fucking sleeves. I'm so sick of always needing a cardigan or some sort of cover-up.

I think in this case naming them was important. First, because they came forward and wanted others to come forward, too (if anonymously). Second, as someone upthread said, coming forward and giving their names fights the stigma that survivors of sexual assault should be ashamed of it and keep quiet.

IF it's real. Everything on this franchise should be taken with literally an entire saltlick worth of salt.

I'd love to do a post like this on unfair reviews of tattoo shops.

I was just thinking that I need to start asking a man I'm dating if he has a Yelp account, and to check it before I get too invested.

I was shopping with my husband once at some department store and he was wondering where in the store we should be heading to find the Plus selections. I told him to head toward the back of the store, and when he reached the shittiest looking clothes, he had arrived.

We Cumberbitches know what pride Ben takes in doing the motion capture. I cannot wait for the behind-the-scenes pics of him slinking around like a giant feline. Tumblr may very well break.

I've slept with that guy. We've all slept with that guy.

The whole time we were working on this, I couldn't get this out of my head: