you get what you pay for. their meat/vegetables/desserts are excellent. you don’t go there for triscuits.

Perhaps the best part about it was that, every four bars, we would turn to the right and do it again, meaning we performed the same fucking routine in each cardinal direction, ending up back where we started after 16 bars. We kept going in this insane clockwork square for quite awhile. I remember feeling SO fly. (We…

I never went to any school dance. My parents didn’t let me :(

Does the impromptu performance of a choreographed dance - one that included the Roger Rabbit and the Running Man, no less - to Bobby Brown’s “Every Little Step You Take” in the middle of the dance floor count?

You're not a girl, not yet a woman, and wholly inappropriate for sexualization.

coming up to me afterwards to laugh dumbly and say, "Huh huh, I done a donut."

I lost mine to a guy named Phil who truly believed his name was an acronym for Pimpin' Hoes Is Life. He also had deer antlers tied to the front of his truck and he chewed tobacco and shot animals for sport. It's safe to say my 'charming'-redneck-southern-boy phase came (heyO) and ended quickly.

I didn't really care so much. I was the aggressor. I wanted the D.

I lost my virginity to a Norwegian dude while I was visiting a friend who was studying abroad in England. On my birthday no less. I'm pretty chill with this.

I lost my virginity to a German man during my year abroad. There was a rainstorm, I stumbled through in German to explain my thoughts, it was actually quite lovely. No regrets whatsoever.

yeah, I feel you. Mine kicked me out right after because his calculus study group was coming over. Plus he had frosted tips... Ugh.

I also lost my virginity to a juggalo. The movie "Chicago" was on in the background.

The dude I lost it to works for my dad now... I'll call and he'll put me on speakerphone as they sit there and eat meatball sandwiches for lunch. I die.

I lost my virginity to a guy with Insane Clown Posse tattoos (plural, as in more than one) during a snow storm with 90s techno setting the mood. I regret nothing.

yeahhhh the guy i lost my v card to has a giant portrait of charles manson tattooed on his arm so

I honestly wonder if there has ever been a culture or time where people were able to look at themselves and be like, "Awesome." Are we even capable, as a species, of being happy with ourselves? I want to think so, but it's pessimism Friday, and I'm going to say no.

Teacher said that every time an author gif-replies to your comment, an angel gets his wings.

When I was a kid I used to go to church with my aunt and uncle every Sunday, and after church, my aunt would go up in her painting studio and paint and I would mess around and play pretend or whatever in the living room. One weekend in November when I was 9, my uncle went out of town to go hunting, so my aunt and I…

I'm never sleeping again ya bitch.

I was scrolling and saw the word "goat man" and knew I should've stopped but I didn't and this is all my own fault and also how are you alive that is terrifying