Y’all really need to work on your trolling. This shit is just sad now.

I hope EJ Johnson flies down on some sort of vintage Halston chinchilla cape and slaps that NW40 right off his dusty Very Special Glee Episode face.

The two people who starred this “comment” have made my day thus far, and I needed it.

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If you’ve got a few minutes and want to engage in some sweet schadenfreude, check out some of the Entourage movie reviews on Rotten Tomatoes.

My husband and I used to have this problem. If we have a stressor, I want to discuss it to death and he wants to leave it alone until he’s ready. We finally agreed on a ten minute venting session where I can let fly, and then we put it away. It’s been surprisingly good for me, he’s much less stressed, and we don’t…

If someone can explain to me how and why God made me move to Maryland with all this amazing ass seafood and then made me allergic to seafood, I’d love to hear it.

Oooh I’d forgotten about the cold baths. I was also given a nasty tasting liquid antibiotic and my brothers had to take it preventatively, and my older brother was so mad about it, he walked over after getting his dose and punched me in the stomach. I just remember focusing on not throwing up or they’d make me repeat…

Oh my god, your stuffed animals! You must have been terrified. Awwww :( I’m sorry that it was so traumatic for you. I wish I could give this comment a million stars because The Velveteen Rabbit is my favorite thing ever.

I had it when I was about seven or eight years old. I don’t think I’ve ever been that sick since.* I was raving delirious and my fever was so high that my frantic parents were told by the doctor to put me in a tepid bath to try to bring the fever down. They did this, only to me the bath felt ice-cold and my…

I had this as a kid in the 80's. My dad found me frantically cramming all of my stuffed animals in a closet while chanting they were “real” because I was terrified my parents were going to burn all my stuff in bonfire in the backyard à la The Velveteen Rabbit.

Update: I told Mr. TrumanChipotle I was cripplingly aware of my mortality and he commented in a way that was meant to be reassuring “you’ll always live on in my memory”.

Better check WebMD to make sure it isn’t cancer.

*has sore throat and fever*

Wanda Sykes for EVERYTHING.

Yes! I would actually watch for Wanda — the whole damn mess. How do we make this happen!?

Not going there. I’m not interested in debating if I name someone’s fave, especially since it wasn’t ME pointing the finger but someone else. I’ve been at Jezebel too long to willingly get into that shitshow.

FUCK YES. How can we make this happen???

Agree. Or Jessica Williams. Or the Broad City ladies if you wanna get raunchy.

I don’t generally watch past the opening of awards shows but I would clear my calendar for this.