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addictedtosmut

Right? I feel pretty uncomfortable about this being spread all over the internet. The same way, I uncomfortable when a woman’s nip slip or crotch shot gets equal traction.

That is slightly terrifying.

That gif is the best thing I've seen in my life up to this point.

I am spelling challenged. And I disabled auto-correct.

This is going to be long, because I have a lot of pent up feelings.

“She didn’t want Lilly to learn about black history,” he said, “She just wanted her to learn about the Confederacy.”

Meet Allure’s newest editor!

The writing is very Palahniuk-esque without quite hitting the mark. Sad story, though.

“apply liberally”

It’s so succinctly conveys the message, doesn’t it?

Oh God, this gif. Amazing.

Nice job here. So you understand you were warned, clicked on it anyway, got grossed out, and decided to come to the comments section and complain that you were grossed out. Must be a slow day at the plant

Heh. I thought you were wondering if he came out, then I remembered he is an athlete.

This weekend I saw a girl exiting a club wearing a shirt that said “I Hate Monday’s” and I freaked her out by rapping on her taxi window and shouting “the apostrophe on your shirt is grammatically incorrect!” just before the car pulled away.

Speaking of the Smiths. How come Jez was all over Kylie Kardasian’s cornrows being cultural appropriation but Willow Smith’s September shoot for Bazaar where she dressed up as the Hindu goddess, Kali, when Smith, herself, isn’t Hindu, doesn’t get a peep?

There is only one problem with Bobby’s channeled tweet. Don’t use possessives where you should; use them where you shouldn’t. This is the fit-giving way of the world.

Everyone guard your nipples.

Posted my response before seeing you’d already done it. (“3. I’m glad they were able to find the dude, but seriously...HOW THE FUCK ARE POLICE ABLE TO DNA TEST LEMONADE IN A BURGLARY AND NOT SEMEN IN A RAPE KIT?”)

I'm pretty sure I recognize that shirt. Working at a vintage store on Haight Street in the late-90s, we carried a selection of "reproduction" clothing that made up 75% of the daily sales. This looks exactly like one of the shirts from the Playboy collection - those are pictures from 60s and 70s spreads. For the