Lol, true enough. FWIW, she could clap back 100x a day and it still wouldn’t add up to the number of troll comments she gets on an hourly basis.

Nah. If you say something dumb about a celebrity on their social media profile, that’s just the risk you take. I’m not about to start feeling sympathy for some troll. And what you think is a BB gun may feel a lot different to someone else - especially if, to continue to analogy, it’s one of millions of BB guns. It’s…

I’m not sure how I feel about the whole Nicki thing. I mean, I actually really like her and on one hand I can understanding finally getting fed up with nameless, faceless assholes trolling you online when you really just want to connect with your fans. On the other hand, that’s a lot of firepower to level at one…

They are almost certainly fine. But if they ever kill a bird in a spectacular fashion, or fall into the toilet after you’ve let the yellow mellow, or come down with a case of fleas that won’t respond to the usual treatments, or refuse to back down from a skunk encounter, or get old and are too fat/arthritic to clean…

I love the noises cats make when bathed.

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When you outlaw guns, only Bulbasaurs will have guns!

How would you feel about your life if you accepted a role playing Dave Coulier in a lifetime movie? Like would you own it and be stoked? Fake name and cash your check?

There are just so many titles that they don’t and will never have streaming rights to. And it’s nice to be able to offer an alternative for people looking for them, I guess.

I drive by a new planned parenthood on the way to work. I have to see these fuckers at least twice a day. I wish I could strap some crowd control pepper spray to the miata and a fuck you button on the dash.

If we can get a large enough group of us, and a stockpile of beans there’s always flatulence. From one asshole to another. Literally.

And that some of the men have pressured women into having abortions, or at the very least enthusiastically supported their choice to have one. The only moral abortion is my abortion. Every damned time.

Where’s the damn Sarin gas when you really need it?

Once, my mom and dad told us they were giving us the house for the weekend while they were taking a cruise. I was 18 and I was going to have friends over. It was going to be a fantastic weekend!

When I was 12-13, I had discovered that I could use the internet to talk to people. My parents, who knew I was a precocious child, decided to install a spyware on the computer that would let them know everything I wrote, including awkward conversations I had with other preteen boys on IMVU (remember IMVU???) about…

When I was going to be a freshman in college my mom randomly told the Best Buy sales associate (male, naturally) we were buying a computer from that I would be starting college as a virgin. “How often do you see that?” she asked. Probably never mom, or more specifically...no one else in the history of ever has thought…

I had to mute. The shrill whiny voice made my ovaries curl up and die.

As a “ghetto fat woman” this is all I have to say...