I'll give you a 38-year-old mother-of-two in Atlanta. Howzzat?
Yeah, a lot of people immediately assume pieces on this site are saying HEY, BE OUTRAGED or LOOK AT ME SNARK ON THIS DUMB LADY, when the vast majority of the time, they're not (anymore). I am rereading this piece, and—not directed at you in particular, just the inevitable reaction to this—I actually think it's really…
The clinics should put and actual hoop on the floor and have the clients jump through it and call that the test.
Yeah I mean organize your sex/love life however works for you but maybe don't call it a THRUPPLE, which sounds like a nipple made of something toxic.
Hey! They stole my vagina's nickname.
I am Tyler's passive-aggressive email.
[Redacted] Durden
The allergy one makes me remember yet again why my brother and sister-in-law have a fondness for Disney.
This one is actually my dad's story. So, my dad likes to drink Manhattans occasionally. My dad also sometimes likes to have a Perfect Manhattan, a standard variation on a Manhattan with equal parts dry and sweet vermouth rather than just sweet. It's not an unusual request.
I hope that poor boy was okay after his parents insisted on him eating that food even though it had gluten in it.
Pork Wine. The OTHER white wine.
I don't really love wearing makeup but I have always loved looking at it, smelling it, and owning it. Days pass…
I know someone who shares shit about people leeching off the government, monitoring what poor people but blah blah blah. Obummer and Moochelle are ruining this country and letting illegals steal our resources and yada yada.
Oh, and
My best friend was negotiating the shared tenancy of a flat with a gym PR manager who looked exactly like Mark Vanderloo. She brought him to the bar that I was working at, and just before they shook on the arrangement she called me over to pour them some shots. There was one for me too, obviously. We raised our…