No...just...no.

I love when people say "you know" because then I can smile and nod and let them know I'm listening to them!!

awwww, you are sweet !

I'm not saying Beyonce is not important. But, you know, Oprah IS still alive.

" No one gives a Shit about you Barton. "

God no. Not at all. Jez wanted the tipping post for Monday, so it got the Monday slot. Don't worry, BCO will be back tomorrow. Doing something unusual this week, too. :-)

Completely off topic, but where is my Behind Closed Ovens? How am I supposed to get through my Monday?

Has a dick pic ever worked for anyone ever? "You have deplorable table manners, your stance on same sex marriage is alarming, and your relationship with your mother has a distinct Psycho vibe. However, your penis is pleasingly shaped and the crown has a certain joie de vivre. How soon can we marry?"

While he was in the restroom, I would have gotten up and quickly walked out.

I think you're confusing Gallantry with DECENCY. You can be a rakish cassanova or an awkward but well-intentioned total failure at flirting but still have the sense to keep it in your pants within the first two hours of meeting someone. I personally would have booked it while he was the bathroom.

You granted permission by acceptance. Why wouldn't you have shown any opposition if you actually felt it? I think that's the bigger question here. Why did you even continue the date if you were that bothered by it?

I consider myself a somewhat lucky person, but my 19th birthday was, seriously, the luckiest day of my life.

My girlfriend and I live in Lake Tahoe. Like a lot of people who live in beautiful places, we pay a fucking premium to rent abject shitholes, which are also drafty. In January of last year, during a snowstorm, my landlord informs me that she'll be 'renovating' my shithole of a place and that I have 29 days to get out…

A friend had broken up with her boyfriend and was totally convinced she was going to meet The One at some lame party happening at a lame club in one of the lame casinos on the edge of town. She wanted me to go as her wingman, and since I was trying to be a supportive friend, I ditched my husband to go with her.

You need to mind your own pants parts!

"Honey, how do you expect me to get in the mood if you don't even have colored drop-down selections for column B?"

If this lackluster Excelmanship is any indication, this is a man who lacks passion.