MsWhatsit
MsWhatsit
MsWhatsit

A professional colleague of my wife’s decided that he and his wife were going to start having an open relationship, which apparently entailed repeatedly sending my wife and the other women in her office invites to a local swingers hookup site. Long story short, he didn’t desist until I had a little talk with him.

That one is absolutely the best, due to their excellent usage of a brightly-colored highlight for the offending passage, AND for their employment of Comic Sans as default email font.

You should try cursing in articles about religion and see what happens. My own mother wouldn’t even share my Quiverfull article, the first article I ever had published on Gawker, because of “the bad word in the title.”

So basically someone DIDN’T hurt anyone with a shoe bomb fourteen years ago and now we have to take off our shoes at the airport but literally tens of thousands of men, women, and children (including first graders in their school - a pile of bullet-riddled six-year-olds who still believed in Santa Claus) have been

How to start your day like Mocena:

She’s not wrong, but she’s putting all the burden on the speaker, who, at the moment of speech, is also burdened with the nervousness of being on the spot, or the duty to interrupt a conversation etc etc. How about asking the listeners to adjust their filters a little bit to be less triggered by these filler words?

You could always explain to them that the coffee isn’t cold, they’re merely feeling the icy grasp of the grave.

“I do not want any lectures and I do not want any sympathy.”

In college, I was in LOVE with this dude two years older who was frat brothers with one of my good platonic friends. My love burned so bright, up to and including the only time we ever talked, which happened when I passed him walking down the stairs at the frat house, and he said “What’s up, NotJoeyLee3?” I should

I got dumped a week before my friend’s wedding. Another married friend — a bridesmaid who was spending the night with me anyway — agreed to help me find someone to make out with. We made friends with a duo of groomsmen who invited us to a bar down the street after the reception. The two guys got incredibly drunk (and

OK. I’ll bite.

See that is the hard part. You say “I had an engagement party, a shower and a wedding” and people are all “OMG SO MANY EVENTS! SO GIFT GRABBY!” but the engagement party was to actually announce an engagement to people not within the immediate family (siblings and parents) and to have a fun easy party. If you dont

ugh, this is horrible. I am literally making this face on your behalf

In some other timeline where I didn’t step in, my friend might have had a good crazy wedding hookup story to contribute. She and a super hot (although in retrospect maybe he was just British) groomsman were drunkenly making out a bunch at the reception, and as we were about to leave, he was definitely insinuating that

This is not my story. I was merely an observer on this crazy wedding hook-up ride.

I wonder if any of those “religious” institutions whined about the 2 page form to be a non-profit religious institution required by the IRS.

Confederate flag at half mast makes it 50% less racist?

The only Confederate flag that mattered. I never get tired of that joke.

Reposting, because fuck this noise:

“Maybe this conversation is God’s way of telling you you’re kind of a cunt.”