dude, really? crossfit doesn’t mean you gotta try to fit yourself up on a cross, ya know.

Waffle House is goddamn delicious.

Only deviants hold hands.

International House of Bleh.

Another golden nugget from Samantha:

That whole obit is a Minnesota euphemism for “she was a feckless cunt”.

Emmitt Smith: So that’s why they call it an “oldbitchuary.”

I think he handled it pretty normally. He lived in her building and she left him for STEVE

Alexandre is TRIGGERINGLY sucky to me, such a pretentious dick. Steve is sweet but agree that he and Skipper are totally the nice guy who sucks.

THANK YOU. Steve wtf grumble grumble mumble.

I’m sorry, did you all forget that Miranda dated a character played by Blair freaking Underwood, and not only did that character have Blair Underwood’s face and body, but he was a doctor and adorable with little baby Brady?!

I was quite sad that the first movie didn’t even *try* to explore the idea of poly. I’m not poly myself, but given the strength of Samantha’s and Smith’s relationship, and their respective personalities, I think it really would have been worth a shot, and would have been an interesting way to take the series into the…

I forgot about Smith. He was incredibly attractive, and obviously physically beautiful as well as nice, although for a long-term relationship I’d take Harry any day of the week.

Sometimes someone writes something truly new and brave and you realize that even though you never thought those words before they are right and have always been right and will always be right.

Now THIS is the correct take. The movies were garbage but Samantha dumping Smith was the biggest BS.

How dare you?! I hope you’re not serious and just trying to get a rise out of us because Steve was an overgrown baby with the whiniest voice ever (also a pretty punchable face.) Smith Jerrod was the hottest, inside and out. He truly loved Samantha, despite all the shit he had to take from her. Remember when he stayed…

WHAT ABOUT SMITH?!

I get this line from college buddies of mine: “dude, how do handle being around all those smoke shows at your professor job?” Set aside the pure objectification of women. Set aside the fact that I am not the adultery type. Set those and other very valid objections. Set them aside. Here’s a fact: 18-23 year old women…

The real Process was the souls it destroyed along the way.