Oh, the WIC! I've run up against a couple people, people who I thought honestly would not have an opinion one way or the other, who tilted their heads like spaniels when I divulged some early stage wedding plans that didn't involve a unity candle or 2 Corinthians.

"And for just three payments of $29.99, you heard correctly, just three easy payments of $29.99, plus shipping and handling..."

My mom has had the same one for over 35 years, you could seriously take that shit into battle and whip up some cake frosting.

I get that it can be a cultural thing, and totally understand foot anxiety, but if you were a frequent guest at someone's house, observing everyone walking about in sock feet and leaving their shoes at the door, I very much doubt you would just blithely track dirt across the carpet and then kinda shrug it off when you…

Tell me where this gif is from, I beg you.

My work here is done.

If she was a norm who ended up broadening her horizon via school or travel, I would agree, totally. Once you get out there a bit, your perceptions are challenged, and people are practically salivating to shout in your face about how wrong you are, it's a part of life. But Miley lives in a bubble filled with yes men…

I love this movie so much.

I refuse to watch that movie, I am not sitting through the horse getting sucked into the swamp EVER AGAIN.

While it is true I have never tried to...out shit (?) the person in the stall next to me, I occasionally disgust my SO and his friends (all of whom talk about nasty bodily functions with gusto) with booming announcements of my impending bowel movements. When they complain, I laugh and point out that they do the same.…

And here I was, thinking that the Battleshits scene in Harold and Kumar paved the poo-lined way to egalitarian defecation.

I may have successfully been converted. That thing looks incredible!

I am so on board with this! I'm a handy lass, my SO knows his way around a Makita, but some things (read: most things) are best left to the pros.

Thank all of the gods I don't believe in that my late teens and early twenties passed largely unnoticed and without yes wo/men surrounding me.

I always like hearing about how other couples how cohabitated handled this part of the wedding. Originally, I figured we wouldn't need a registry, and wanted to just invite everyone without expecting gifts, unless they were the artsy-crafty type and wanted to make an end table or a painting or whatever. My mom insists…

Invasion of the Body Snatchers, the one with Donald Sutherland. I was pretty young, maybe around 9, and I remember it being very tense the whole movie through until I got to the very end and then this...

All right bro, just bring some Natty Ice to the next rager and we'll be cool. (Also, I am kind of excited because never before has an author replied directly to me, so eee!)

And what is with the enduring love of jerseys stretched tightly over beer bellies?

Perhaps you missed the note about catharsis at the end. Or perhaps you are a foot-fungus having, alcoholic mess who has no consideration for the people whose homes you invade and are feeling defensive. I don't know either way, but I hope you never have to endure some of the shit as a host that I have. Shalom, homie.

There are a lot of bros that fit your description here in SoCal (mostly South Orange County), but you're right, I think there is a slight culture mix up in the article. When I think California "bros", I either think the aforementioned, moneyed douches, or the ol' Famous Stars and Straps crowd out in the 909.