Did you copy and paste this from Elliot Rodger's manifesto? Because up until the sentence that begins "My jokes" it sounds exactly like him.

I thought the meth capital was Stockton! So many shitty stinky cities ...

A pasta server is woefully underutilized single-purpose utensil. It's what I use to make scrambled eggs. Perfect every time. (Also good for stir-fry)

The Bishops have put together a handy guide to decide when a woman's life can be saved ... or not. http://catholicwatch.org/the-bishops-gu…

Maybe it's just me, but I actually like sitting at the kids' table, though I'd prefer not to sit at the same table as my actual kids. No political discussions, even if the kids are in there 20s and 30s — usually they talk about music or traveling. Yay!

I'm so sorry that your family had to go through that. I wish I could punch that witch in the face on your behalf.

I can't read your comment due to its lack of gifs.

The guy got his inspiration after watching a YouTube video about corks/bottles/bags!

That beanie's gonna look great with the Pope's cool new bike

Pub cheese being cheese spread, doesn't it need a vehicle to be spread upon? Crackers or some such will jack the price up even more.

I live between Sacto and Reno off of US 50, and for whatever reason our little neck of the foothills collects fog like black pants collect cat hair. Just the short walk from our driveway to the front door is a nightmare in the fog when there are fucking killer zombie deer lurking in the bushes!

I don't care how much money you have, the Trendelenberg position is no fun. I was only on complete bed rest in hospital for 32 days; all I could see from my (private) room was the parking garage across the street and the reflection of traffic on the wall-mounted TV. Hard to make that shit any better, believe me.

YES! It took me more than a decade to realize that I have PTSD from pregnancies - placenta previa that hemorrhaged followed by 32 days in hospital (in preterm labor) on complete bed rest til kid #1 was ready to be born. One minute I'm in my kitchen cooking for a dinner party, the next I'm in the bathroom with blood…

I'm so, so sorry that happened to you. You summed up my opinion perfectly - I'm also very pro-choice but the degree to which the potential emotional trauma of abortion is dismissed is very troubling to me. Pregnancy hormones can really fuck shit up! Also - love your description of Exhale as "pro-voice." Hugs to you.

White Goodman and Ms Menendez should compare notes on where they get their hair professionally highlighted, as though there's any other kind of highlights, duh!

You're a man? Game over.
Your argument against this being a privacy issue just went down the fucking drain.

I don't know one English major (myself included) who likes people who like Ulysses. We'd openly mock the pretentious dicks in the Joyce seminars. Those were the days, man.

I torture myself sometimes by reading hardcore trad Cath blogs and holy shit the way they talk about Catholic universities (or as they call them, "Catholic") ... it's really scary. I pray that our lovable and apparently loving new Pope is what he seems to be and that he lives a very long time. No more Benedicts!

How is someone living at or below the poverty line supposed to adopt a kid, especially when they're pregnant with a baby they didn't plan? Think you seriously missed the point here.

Yeah ... My mother married a wanna-be Humbert Humbert when I was 12. He peeped in my window at night, suggested that he and I masturbate together, chastised me for not sleeping in the nude ... GROSS!!!! There was never any sexual contact but it was a complete mind-fuck. Didn't help that my mom got mad at me for the…