The best part of the dishonesty part is that I didn't even reveal the truth to my roommate. She sat beside me as a lieutenant during the ultimate confrontation, and her outrage helped fuel my stone-faced performance. The following year, we were waiting at the Burger King drive-thru when I suddenly burst out laughing…

I did a fair amount of oat-sowing my freshman year of college. The school wasn't known for its diversity, and I was one of the few black girls on campus. Since I stuck out like a sore thumb, most of my hookups were followed by a fair deal of boasting and gossip. Depending on your gender, I was commonly referred to as…

Sorry, but her entire "career" is about what she looks like, and what she wears (and who she's fucking). So...the last thing she wants is to get no comments at all, because she has nothing else to offer. She didn't make the dress, it's not her life's artwork, so it's not mean to say it looks bad on her if it does!

I don't find baby North adorable at all. I think my feelings for her parents have just bled over too much.

And the first time, the scammer didn't even make a proper effort. It was like, talked to her online for maybe 6x, got the cash! At least the second guy or whatever made a proper catfish effort.

I dont think you are showing a lack of sympathy rather an abundance of common sense

You can't sue OK Cupid just because you're a dumbass. Maybe my lack of sympathy makes me an asshole but it is this guys fault he's out $70,000 no one else's.

What the fuck? Fuck this guy! Only 21 years? He should get life or hanged by his balls.

And he gets video games? Fuck him. He shouldnt get shit but a white room with a mattress. Fucking asshole has the gall to whine about not having a PS3 when he is even allowed to live.

Be grateful you can still breath you stupid fuck.

I wonder if she's the same Nigerian heiress I've been helping out. If so, where's my millions of dollars?

Sadly, it is possible to be a careful and grammatical writer and yet be duped by a cheating sociopath. No need to ask me how I know.

Ha. I call my cat Meachie: The Meachinator, Lady Meach, Meachness, Her Royal Meachness, Ms. Meach, Meacherino, Baby Kitty.

When I was 17-year-old wide-eyed innocent straight out of school I took an admin/sales job in the village where my mum lived. It was a family-run travel agency, based out of their home, and I got to know them pretty well over the 8 months I worked there - 7 days a week oh my Christ what was I thinking?

I don’t want to see the Olympics at all

The key word here was "wet wipes". As someone that's had to have roto-rooter out to his house to remove these so-called "flushable wipes" (you have to talk to the missus about the use of these), I can attest they they are, indeed flushable. However, they are not exactly "degradable". I'm not sure what the time-line is…