I guess I’m just an oddball as one who always preferred chocolate or strawberry, and never cared much for frosting.

You’re definitely overestimating my “outrage”.

Fortunately I’m no longer on the dating scene, but back when I was (before the angel shot was a thing) I’d often get friends to plan to be at the same place I was meeting the guy at. Also always had pepper spray and a whistle. There’s also not really any way of knowing whether or not the bartender or bouncers are…

It’s really horrifying that all women have at least one story like this.

That sounds amazing.

Guys can go from mildly creepy to violent pretty quickly. Fear of this kind of reaction when trying to leave a bad date isn’t unfounded. Yes, all women need to learn how to deal with f*cked up men, it’s a fact of life, but there’s a learning curve and it’s a dangerous f*cking game. I suggest you not be such a…

If you’re afraid, you’d prefer the cops are there BEFORE the guy starts freaking out. Generally, things escalate quickly once a creep realizes you’re leaving.

I happen to hate all nuts, but I can see how normal people might love that.

No, but the POS is less likely to accost you if there’s another man present.

I guess this is nice, but I feel like every woman has to learn to look a creep in the face and say “you’re creeping me out and I’m leaving.”

Caramel Apple Crème Brûlée sounds kind of awesome. Though, considering it’s pretzels, maybe straight up salted caramel would make more sense.

I buy their whole bean dark Italian roast for brewing at home (8 oclock dark Italian is just as good, but it’s almost never available at the store), and it comes with these star points things. So I was like “sweet, I wonder how many bags to get a free bag” and started saving them... then I found out I’d have to use…

If there’s blueberry munchkins around the office, I will pop one.

I like eating popcorn like a chameleon. It sticks to the tip of your tongue really easily.

I was in traffic court last week and there was one rule on your way in the door, shut off your phone before you enter. The bailiff told everyone this on their way in, and there was a sign on the wall “no use of cell phones.” First thing I see upon sitting down is some 18yo messing around on her phone. Bailiff comes…

Eh, the thing about minimum wage crap jobs is there’s always another across the street.

Eh, once they stopped selling the cruller in my area I stopped giving a sh*t about donuts.

How poorly are you treating service workers that you assume they’re going to tamper with your food just because you can’t eaves drop on their conversations?

Why on earth do so many people care about not being able to eaves drop? Seriously calm down. If you think everyone is always talking sh*t about you, maybe you’re just an ass hole.

“I am NOT a catsup person. If I wanted sugar on my fries, I’d just sugar my fries.”