Right? If I make them for friends and someone leaves themon their plate at the end of the meal (because they're terrible and I don't know why I'm friends with them), it takes all of my will power to not eat them off their plate.

They are the absolute best summertime drink ever in the history of anything, if you ask me.

Falconboy prefers a pina colada while I will have a lovely brown beer or a G&T, thank you.

I doubt Jennifer Lawrence is crying in her cornflakes over this.

In a heartbeat. And then I would need a full course of antibiotics.

I'm pretty sure he was responsible for a number of sexual awakenings.

I went to visit a friend at the hospital after she had her baby and the nurses were all gushing over the baby. When my friend was in the bathroom, I said to one of the nurses, "Admit it—you tell everyone their baby is beautiful." She said, "No, when there's an ugly baby, we usually say things like, 'Look at those…

I know! She is super-duper cute.

I worked in a hotel that had one. They're nice to look at, but they're not really any different than a regular pool.

Small government FTW!

I call some bullshit. My husband and I don't have a lot of money. I only work a little bit part time and he makes a decent but very definitely working class income. We could scrape together $700. She's promoting a book right now. Methinks this is just a bit of publicity.

Exactly. That...

My friend has a cat with a messed up ear because he got a little too close to a candle — like actually put his ear in the flame — and didn't notice until the fur was burned off and the ear itself was seriously burned. He is loveable but extremely dumb.

I think it was a commenter on Jezebel or Gawker who wrote a while ago that Anonymous is like your little brother: a lot of the time behaving like an annoying jackass, but every now and then doing something so incredibly awesome you can't help but be proud.

That is amazing.

I enjoyed a lot of this woman's work: http://remittancegirl.com/.

In this case, sexual gratification, it would appear.

Oy.

This times infinity! I wish I hadn't wasted so much of my twenties wishing that my stomach was flatter or my thighs were thinner or my arms were more toned. Looking at pictures of myself back then, they were fine! I like looking presentable, but I no longer give too many shits if I'm "fuckable". And it turns out…

Yeah, I'm from a wealthy(ish) part of the northeast, so a few of my friends went to Harvard. One of them told me, "It's the getting in that's hard. Once you're there, nobody flunks out, no matter how much they fuck off all the time."