My stepsister used to barf at the finish line of every race. This includes her first Boston Marathon. She’s a sicko, so she framed the picture. <3

Roethlisberger and Pittsburgh PD

I hate to admit I like her writing and her vibe more than anything CHVRCHES has ever recorded.

Responding to promote this comment, because it’s a lovely story. Thank you for sharing!

OK, that was an adorable story. I’m very sorry to hear that your Pussy is no longer with us. Just know that Pussy will always be within you. Pussy lives on in your heart.

I’m judging Margot’s name for her rat. Seriously, Rat Rat? How would she feel if her parents named her Human Human? Give the little guy a name.

Costello has always had an acid tongue. <3

I think the bottom line here is that everyone should take a moment to spit on Kim Fowley’s grave if ever given the chance. I know I will be.

I lucked out because my husband, while otherwise delightfully fuzzy, has exactly 4 back hairs that he pulls out on a bi-weekly to monthly basis. No muss, no fuss, and it’s glorious.

I knew I was a grown-ass woman when I started appreciating chest hair. It frankly made me uncomfortable when I was a teenager, but now it just oozes sexuality to me.*

I was just thinking “aw fuck good thing I’m not famous because this is how I eat my lunch every goddamn day”

I think I’m more bothered by guys who wax/shave off what they’ve got. If you only have a few wispy hairs in the center of your chest, I can’t hate on you. If you look like you have the outline of a bald eagle on your chest, let it fly!

I want to know what he’d look like with his natural chest hair. With that beard, you know he’s got some. #TeamChestHair

I admire your optimism!

I don’t think it was so much and “evil gene” situation, but a deep sense of shame in ones heritage.

Ugh, my dad did this too. Any time I had a bowl of popcorn, or a bag of chips, or a bowl of ice cream it was “hey, let me get some of that from you... ok, one more bite...here, let me kill that for you”

I don’t know if this is true, but I read somewhere that his relatives collectively decided to stop reproducing, to let the Hitler lineage die out. I thought that was both an extremely dark but reasonable decision.

It’s always nice to hear that there are a few exceptions to the “Only The Good Die Young” rule.

For real? Ah-fucking-dorable. I love your look. This might inspire me to wear an outfit I’ve been dying to wear out tonight but was worried it was “a bit much”. P’shaw to that! Platform loafers, shorty shorts and vintage Slayer t shirt, here I come!

When Lil’ John was reached for comment, he had this to say...