Me: "Splash the armadillo's belly again! Again!" My neighbours probably think I'm watching some really weird porn.

Are we seriously offended by this? Go home, feminism, you're drunk.

Good .gif or BEST .GIF OF ALL TIME?!

Hey, Gaga! You stole my mom's haircut circa 1995. What's up with that?

You owe me, woman. This sweatshirt cost me 8 green American dollars at a little boutique you may know called Targay (Target as the commoners call it).

I totally understand where you're coming from. However, I do kind of get Dzsesszika's comment. I think some poly people experience a kind of evangelical moment when they discover/make peace with the fact that they're poly. I have a few really close, awesome friends who went through this phase of attempting to…

Baha. Where do I send the bill for the sweatshirt I just ruined via the red wine you caused to snort out of my nose?

"wriggling mass of maggots"....Why did I click the link? Why why why?

The .gif-fu is strong with you Well done.

I don't know! I was surprised it wasn't taken! I am lucky, lucky woman.

Like dis?

Knee. Wound. Snail. Leg. Snail in leg.

Eh, by all accounts I've read he's been doing this for years and years. Unless dementia set in for him when he was in the womb, I don't think it's dementia. Besides, the problem isn't just the actions of this one individual misogynist asshole, but the whole culture of people turning a blind-eye to his abusive…

I think the problem isn't just the attitude that this kind of behaviour is A-OK. The problem is the naturalisation of these behaviours. The "hey, boys will be boys" shit. The attitude that "Well, this is just what happens."

"You know how sometimes it seems like your significant other is breathing too loudly and you either need to 1) move to another room, 2) breakup..." BAHAHA.

I know, right? brb, vomiting.

Paula Deen: "You haters can't keep me down! I've got stars in my eyes and lard in my heart. To the flying butter stick!"

*raises bourbon glass* You're my heroine.

And now I've got the theme song stuck in my head...

Urgh. So I've made a committed decision to stop being a Peter Pan. I just "broke up" with this guy I've had a long-distance flirtation with. I told him basically "You're awesome. But I do want to get married and have kids at some point and I need stop being distracted by men who don't want what I want." He's not…