The fact that they toss out around the word “groupthink” so freely while ensconced in a secret, private listserv where they happily jerk each other off about how great they are is pretty much the epitome of the problem.

i’m sorry do i know you?

“Oh god! There’s a cat in that burning building!....... Ah! I know what to do!” *Throws another cat into burning building* “Now they won’t be alone.”

What lunatic has a second child just so the first doesn’t have ‘to face an environmental collapse alone.’????

I mean look at this shit. It’s fucking brilliant. That motherfucker is wearing a tweed sports coat.

doot doot doodle doodle doot doot doo doo (I’m clearly bad at that)

During my teen years, like most of you I assume, my boyfriend and I would spend most nights just driving around town. One night during winter, we turned down one road that we thought was a different road, but this one ended up being very narrow, unpaved, and hadn’t been plowed. Our car got stuck and there was no cell…

Let this be the first and only joke of its kind.

IT’S TIMEEEEE

what the f kind of advice did you give to question 1

I know we will have to co-parent, regardless of the outcome, so we are both seeking counseling in order to work through issues to be better parents. I just don’t know what is right, or at least, what other people would do in a situation like this.

I can make reasonable assumptions based on having seen literally hundreds of permission slips and consent forms in dozens of districts, having been raised in a family of educators.

If guys don’t want to rape, they shouldn’t drink.

From my coworker Jordan Sargent:

Whatever happened to cutting a hole in a vegetable or gourd of some sort, microwaving it for a couple of seconds, and fucking it?

Makes sense, she can’t stay with someone for too long. Otherwise they start asking questions about how she never ages and needs permission to enter people’s homes.

I wish every media outlet would pretend they didn’t know this tryhard fuccboi.

The fuck is this hair:

When I was a kid I used to go to church with my aunt and uncle every Sunday, and after church, my aunt would go up in her painting studio and paint and I would mess around and play pretend or whatever in the living room. One weekend in November when I was 9, my uncle went out of town to go hunting, so my aunt and I…