every time you feel the urge to spend time debating what the national public narrative on body acceptance should be - jog in place for 5 minutes instead.

Every time you feel the need to post a comment, jog in place for 5 minutes instead.

no one asked your opinion.

I don’t get why they can’t just have a series of panels with women that size and plan their wardrobe offerings around the feedback they get.

I hate them at “We are learning how broad we ‘need’ to be.” Fuckers.

I rode an elevator with Spike. U jell?

Interesting that you should say that. I am a gay lady, but I once had a sex dream about James Marsters. Not horribly weird, except in the dream, I was David Boreanaz and was super mean to him.

I just FINALLY figured out, after reading this twice, that the aunt/Facebook/family part was also all in the dream!

I’m watching those seasons right now. Also, Emily will eff you up!

LOLOL that is SO funny because Alice cooper WOULD turn into a black panther

Several years ago, I had a dream that I was working at a fancy hotel in downtown Chicago when David Tenant checked in. I went up to deliver his room service, and he asked me if I was the prostitute he ordered. Knowing that I wasn’t, but very much wanting to seal the deal with David Tenant, dream me immediately said,…

He reads the Dresden Files audiobooks and almost all of his accents are excellent.

You know your subconscious hates you, right?

I’M SORRY FOR THE BAD HANDY I HAVE NEVER GIVEN YOU, ALAN RICKMAN.

And a couple more short ones, just because the plethora of weird sex dreams I have could become a novel.

1) I was fucked by the entire cast of Magic Mike on the floor while surrounded by the entirety of my male friend group from college (15+guys).

Alex Trebek. We were going to town, sweaty and frantic and he kept yelling, “Who is....your daddy?” over and over again like they phrase it on Jeopardy. Suddenly he pulled out and I was standing naked in front of the studio audience, crying.