yeah

And being unchaste before marriage is hell-bound bad.

I suffered from "Low T", or let's be honest "No T" as a result of radiation therapy. It doesn't just make you "get the sads in your Johnson...lose interest in birthday cake and long road trips with their wives". It had profound physical effects which eventually got me to the endocrinologist's office and serious…

Yup, there are zero associated health risks.

This is fabulously done, Laura. Perfect snark and lovely manners toward the establishment and staff.

Bieber has about 30 black schoolkids to throw rocks at and one Vietnamese man to blind before he is as bad as Marky Mark was at the same age. So, uh...shut the fuck up?

My retirement grease!!!

If someone pulls out my chair, I usually sit down and immediately push out theirs using my foot. It makes everything equal, gives me something to do (to avoid the awkwardness of the interaction), and it usually gets a smile. Same thing with car doors—I fall over myself to get the other person's door from the inside if…

I do not know who Tavi Gevinson is, but THANK YOU! YES!

No, I pretty sure that awkward hopping forward in the chair thing is universal. My husband's parents trained him to pull out chairs for ladies, but I it only took two dates to convince him that I was not a lady and it wasn't helping anyone.

Ok. So, let me preface this by saying that I am not a fancy person. I am currently wearing jeans and a batman shirt.
But, I have been to many fancy restaurants. Like really fancy, for ridiculous food is my delight. I have also been to a fancy cruise ship with fancy food. (the cruise ship is called The World, I can't…

According to Miss Manners, the whole thing is a decorous charade. He (or she) pulls the chair out for you, you sit, then he (or she) places their hands on the back of the chair as if pushing it forward, while you execute a delicate butt scoot to bring the chair in. Then you say "thank you" as if they were exceedingly…

Every time I've encountered it I've just felt incredibly uncomfortable and ended up scooting my chair in the way I normally would afterward. I don't really like people standing behind me while I'm sitting anyway, and them interacting with me like that while doing so is just too much for me.

I'm scrolling down & all of a sudden, "OH! Hey, how you doin', Common?"

That picture of Common: yes.

No tailor will be taking my measurements!

Koch spider loves sharing the coke.

These drawings remind me of fashion plates, which was my favoritest toy as a kid, after barbie. Yes, shoot me. I bought into all t he bullshit

All the love. Here, for you. All of it.

Yeah, pretty much. I have to put sandbags around my lawn on a pretty regular basis thanks to blowjob flooding. It's really a pain.