I don't know which McD's location or office I'm going to set on fire, but you can bet your ass at least one of them is going to get the torch.

Planet Miami is my favorite Pitbull album.

I've never even seen Dance Moms (I don't think), but I immediately got a jealous vibe from that woman's quote with a dash of won't somebody think of the children.

Oh, you know.

Related note: there was a week a few weeks ago I kept finding or stepping on wrappers for Magnum (specifically) condoms while I was out and about. Downtown San Jose is very dirty, but I think we all knew that.

Sounds like Bachelor Chow from Futurama.

Moreover, is that um, even B.Coop's body on that cover? I know he got super beefy for that sniper movie, and I don't know what's going on here. Help.

Man, a fiction writer couldn't have come up with something as creepy-awful as this.

Based on personal experience, if children are present in a place, like you know, your own home, there are generally about 100 step stools in the house at any given moment.

Idina was Maureen Johnson, she can do no wrong. :)

I can't decide if this lady is deliberately misgendering her daughter now or she really is that ignorant. Based on personal experience, both options are equally plausible.

*bursts through wall Kool-Aid Man style*

I guess you could say ...

Dude, I'm a cis-woman.

Nope.

My girlfriend is transgender, and I thought she had been acting weird for the past few days.

Please send it to me, kthnx.

OH MY GOD.

Maybe, but I know he's unemployed right now, so I'm not sure he'd spend money he doesn't really have just to be funny (in fact, I would have rather him not bought me anything instead of this stupid book. :/).

What about a book you'd never fucking read, much less buy, in million years?