A face that will NEVER ever understand women or how he's contributing to rape culture.

I cannot stomach anymore "advice" from men about preventing rape (HA! preventing rape - how about don't fucking rape), especially old white men. It's laughable if it weren't so goddamned offensive. I mean, do they seriously think their advice is taken seriously?! Please sit down and shut the fuck up. I'd give more…

You mean standing up to misbehavior like this?

Just came here to say the same thing. Like, FUCK RIGHT OFF. She's a whole separate person aside from any fucking man in her life. Jesus christ. You don't see interviews with Brad Pitt referring to what Jennifer Aniston's ex-husband said. Ugh. Barf.

I don't...I don't know where to rest my eyes

Imma let you finish but Beyonce had one of the best falls on stage of all time.

Awwww, that's love right there :)

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST those donation comments.

He sounds compassionate, that's a keeper!

IN MID-AIR! lol

It's okay, it is kinda funny if I don't think too hard about it.

Don't hate on the dogs, I actually think the kids are equally gross for shitting outside like animals.

And apparently we're disgusting for having periods..........but dribble piss?!

FUCK NO.

Shit son, you had baseball equipment? We caught those dang balls in our bare hands because we were too poor to afford gloves. That chapped somethin' fierce I tell ya, but it toughened up the palms for long days canning preserves.

I don't think that's weird at all. I don't like salad dressing either and I don't put any butter or salt or anything on my veggies, cooked or raw. All the food out there that's soaked in preservatives, flavors and chemicals, it's refreshing to eat something plain. Then again, maybe my austere hippie upbringing did…

I wonder what it looked like after it was mixed? Were there lemons/citrus in the tea? Did it curdle? So many barfy comments!

That ranch story made my stomach turn. It reminds me of what my ex-bf's mother used to call "salad" which was a bunch of sad lettuce leaves turned into a sloppy soup after being drenched in ranch dressing. I never ate it because I prefer crunchy, untainted veggies.

This sounds like a TERRIBLE idea for parents like ours. If my father had any more control over us than he exerted when we were growing up, I would have probably existed between a vice grip screaming for my life. I mean, I still feel like my life is a non-stop game of "red light green light". I grew up always looking…

Sad but true

I just want to know if entrance into said cult involves having to choose between his "10 Things I Hate About You" headshots lol