When it comes to grammar Nazis, there are many, and one is you.

I like how she holds up a soda and a snack to illustrate sodas and snacks as she is saying "sodas and snacks." Just in case we don't know what sodas and snacks are.

I don't think movie reviews are supposed to be objective. If they were, they'd just be a short plot summary and the runtime.

I love this.

If you came away from that night with the third degree burns required for the sex to be considered conflagratory then you need either more foreplay or more lube. ;)

There was a shitty roommate Pissing Contest?! GODDAMIT, I HAD CRUSTY DILDO ROOMMATE IN MY BACK POCKET FOR THAT ONE.

A bit of background: my mom worked in an office setting where clients would come to sit at her desk while they worked out details for jobs. She kept a photo of me on her disk, and occasionally women of a certain age would notice, and inevitably I would get a call from her saying she gave my number to some guy's…

This reminds me of the time both me and my best friend were both hooking up with dudes (he's a guy and I'm a girl) who lived in this in this stupid little commune in Brooklyn and happened to be roommates who shared a bunk bed. Awkward no matter what, but me and the guy were having enthusiastic, bed-rocking sex and…

I clenched so hard I think I sucked both cheeks inside.

You are great with names. Definitely.

And flame face. Flame face took me to a nice restaurant to show off his nice expense account. He was a blind date set up by my mother, who is also responsible for Fat Elvis and Ramen Noodle Truck Stop Man. Anyway, he had a lot of product in his hair. A lot. And he somehow managed to catch his paper menu on fire via a…

I was dating this guy, and I was attracted to him on an intellectual level because he was so creative, but the physical attraction wasn't very high. He was kind of an awkward lover - if we switched from me on top to him on top, instead of rolling over, he'd stand up on the bed while I laid down. And not only would he…

I was on a third date with a guy we'll call Joe. I hadn't had sex for a while and had offered on previous dates, but he wanted to wait, so I respected that. We go to the house that Joe is housesitting at for friends and start making out in the bedroom. I rip all of my clothes off in one smooth motion, tossing them to…

Sigh. The first time I attempted anal he assumed liquid dial would work just as well as lube. *SPOILER ALERT*

not the worst sex but the most awkward. My partner and I are having make-up sex after a totally weird fight about feeling unappreciated. Emotions are still rough and I am feeling VERY sensitive.

Cool, I'll partake. This isn't "PIV" so I don't know if it counts.

I was dating this guy for a couple of weeks but hadn't slept with him yet because I was coming out of a bad relationship and wanted to take things slow. He said he was fine with that, but then still would ask if he could stay over every time we hung out. Then the Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup and I was in a good mood…

*Sigh*