Mice fucking love stoves. You would think that a giant steel box full of fiberglass and hot fire and toxic gas would repel them, but nope. It beckons them.

Oh, those fucking unpaid internships. They should be abolished; they are, according to the DoL, largely illegal arrangements.

Start them in high school. Let them know money costs time and requires commitment. To really drive it home, have them run budgets from what they make, while showing them how much money really is worth - let them see how rough it is when people don’t have it and how close they may be to that same position.

My parents also paid for my college, along with taking out loans in their name, but they wouldn’t allow me to get a part-time job before my required internships began. They thought it was selfish of me to distract myself from my schoolwork.

Or maybe he felt that it was insulting to share an award with a vapid reality tv star who has literally never done anything for anyone else.

I’m disappointed that you didn’t go for Vincent van Cock.

I’ve said for a very long time that the key to money management is being able to tell the difference between what you want today and what you need tomorrow.

You obviously haven’t been harsh enough or he would stay away. Step it up. Don’t just burn the bridge. Burn the whole fucking county down.

Tell him to get a therapist. It’s really just ALL THE ISSUES pouring out. You might genuinely be the one that got away but leaving a spouse is hard and the relationship you’d have would be an unknown and he probably feels really safe and doesn’t want to do the hard work of figuring himself out but part of him knows…

The tongue sticking out thing about sent me over the edge.

Martin Shkreli? Is that you?

Get an Oxy prescription and a normal size bag shut the fuck up.

It’s soooooo frustrating. It played a very big part in why I got out. Their priorities are insane.

And then your friend heard him terminated the engagement and joined you in firing him to pluto in a bucket, yes?

No one cares if you aren’t drinking. It’s the time your group spent at the table that’s the problem. If you spent several hours at the table and only tipped $4 you have taken money out of that servers pocket. They could have turned a table over several times in the time you spent camping.

Boys, when you’ve been rejected, and your friend at the bar suggests getting over it with a couple of shots, this is not what they mean.

God, this makes me sad for a whole number of reasons. Mostly the insistence of somehow equating scientific, accurate terms with sex or or sexiness sexuality.

As one of “those people,” fuck you, Donald, you patronizing piece of shit

I suppose I could take a hint and let them get it, but now I figure if a guy cannot stand me paying for dinner, he will never be able to stand me in a regular capacity...and that he would be thoroughly destroyed if I ever took him to one of my coworkers’ parties.