Leave it to a dude from Indiana to not understand the difference between loving your sibling and loving your partner. And I say this as someone from Indiana.

Can’t tell if trolling, but....

“Fortunately, we had a pretty good relationship with the local cops (again, this was Canada, not America, so all the young cops had Women’s Studies degrees and wanted to help poor people and shit). “

The Man and His Daughter Walk Away, Hopefully Forever

This isn’t trolling. This is an example of how Target should handle complaints. When people believe stupid shit, they need to be called on it, not coddled.

I think a lot of what goes on with guys is just porn overexposure. Lots of deep throat, lots of gagging, and the performers all doing it with a smile. And guys don’t grok that A) those women are pros; and B) there’s a whole lot of lube in those shots.

I adore dogs, but I recently got my first cat (I have a long commute and it wouldn’t be fair to a dog).

Shirtless shenanigans aside, I just can’t get over how beautiful the series is. My god. It’s so tactile. It’s an embarrassing word, but it’s sensual. You feel like you could reach out and feel the texture of everything you see. You can smell the salt in the air right through the screen. Cornwall is incredibly…

Indubitably.

Every single thing about this comment is why no one wants to fuck you ever.

WHY MUST YOU HURT ME, TOO?

There’s a really cute irony to someone misspelling “buffoon.”

I’ve had this daydream before: what if we just like got some discarded uteruses, packed them in fun boxes like those pre-packaged chemistry kits your aunt used to get you, and sent them to these politicians. Then it would be THEIR uterus. They could dress it up, or buy it a little uterus car (sold separately), or put…

FIXED.

Author here: just want to reiterate how mortified I am about being both a drunken and hungover slob for 48 hours during my trip to Edinburgh.

“Forgive me please, but that’s what you get when you play with people’s emotions.”

After seeing Bronson, I would absolutely not fuck with Tom Hardy, but I would fuck Tom Hardy.

That's wild (although your aunt and uncle were probably like, "fuck"). Technically, the gestation of embryos from two different menstrual cycles is called "superfetation" and it's believed to be statisitcally more rare than superfecundation. You cousins are like little unicorns!

I love when the potential fathers are like, “BUT THIS BABY LOOKS NOTHING LIKE MEEE” when the baby in question is the spitting image of the mother. Or when a guy is convinced that his identical twin brother is the father because the baby looks like him...