Let's be honest, what doesn't taste good drenched in butter?

People who like red velvet cake are the same people who like ranch dressing.

Call me drastic but isn’t the normal response to this situation to want to chop his dick off? Or at least Carrie Underwood style personal property destruction? I’m not saying you would/should act on those feelings but as someone that has been blindsided by a long distance cheater I can speak from experience that my…

i’ve always called a group of teenaged girls a committee. because they can’t do anything by themselves. i know, i was once one and had the same limitations for a while

your cat sounds fucking incredible tbh

There are several aspects of this story over which I cannot get. My initial thoughts were that this monstrosity of a “drink” would be like 5,000 calories. Those transitioned to utter shock that she would use her gollum precious as a projectile in the caramel bag war. And then anger that this bag of asses would be so…

I want to kill the family that harassed the host. Hosts are meant to be the punching bags of the servers, not the customers.

It's not even like they had her on All Things Considered, or insert your choice of highest-brow NPR programming here. They had her on a game show. These are people who clearly still believe in cooties.

That sounds like typical small-town “he’s the mayor’s crazy nephew” stuff to me - you get people who are basically bulletproof in small towns.

As a bald woman your use of “hair trigger” triggers my triggers.

He grinned at me, lifted his kilt and without even hesitating, flopped his sad, exposed wiener onto our stainless steel counter top.

I squeaked, said, “That’s four pounds seventy”

Jesus, each of these stories should have ended with a scalding bowl of soup to the dick for the men involved.

And full credit to NBC and CBS for whatever they did so they had access to everything.

They showed Dave at the Taco Bell. That is all.

How else are you supposed to unhook a bra?

When Bruce Campbell was on his book tour for his first book, he was doing a signing out in L.A. where my friend Joel was living at the time. Knowing I was a huge fan, he called me while he was in line to have his book signed (I live in N.Y.). He said “I’m going to put you (the phone) in my pocket and see if I can get…

apt. how fucking apt that was.

A friend an I met Alfred Molina at Disneyland a couple years back eating lunch with what I assume was his family. We said “Excuse me Mr. Molina.” were super polite, not trying to draw attention to him, he turned and looked at us with a smile on his face.