I find myself using the wrong world a lot

let's all go to starbucks to discuss this further.

This is how you parent.

I'm half Korean half Caucasian. I dealt with people like this growing up. My parents divorced so I moved a lot. When I was living mainland U.S. (Washington state), I was called a "gook" and a "chink". When I moved to Hawaii to live with my mom, I was called "haole (white) shit" by ironically enough, Koreans. …

He learned this trick from his older, less successful brother, known as The Original Holy Goats.

I am sorry for your pain but I really do wish that i was there that night. That sounds like amazing fun.

Men are terrible. I'm glad I'm a guy, because if I was a woman I'd never ever date. Ever. It blows my mind that any woman would want anything to do with us.

I don't like hot dogs either. I will tolerate it if it is literally the only food available, but like, if given a choice between anything involving hot dogs or plain toast? Plain toast any day.

If that was her one trick, you'd think somebody would've come up with a means of beating it.

Yeah, she's a one-trick pony. Her trick is: "winning".

I did break up with a guy once because he was too picky. The final straw? When I made breakfast burritos while he was still sleeping, and once awoken to a full breakfast waiting for him, stated "I'm not eating that. There might be something I don't like in it."

The very definition of dinner and a floor show.

Ah, Waffle House. I was driving from New York to New Orleans about a decade ago, and I stopped at a Waffle House somewhere in Tennessee. At the time, I was wearing a leather jacket and some Sketchers loafers; nothing fancy or weird, but the Sketchers were a little futuristic looking at the time. I sat at the counter…

Also, my boyfriend constantly makes fun of me for not liking hot dogs when he has literally written off an entire continent's worth of food (Asia).

I was once in a "fancy" Chinese restaurant in Chicago for my birthday and they had just waxed the floors. EVERYONE was falling down. Servers, customers, everyone. It was bizarre and hilarious. The management was losing their minds over how many meals they were comping. I wiped out before I even got to my table. My…

Got into an argument last week because my husband put mayo in the mashed potatoes he made for us and he didn't say anything until after I'd eaten it.

Counterpoint:

Mayo is the devil's condiment.

Submitting your passwords to sites like "How Secure is my Password" is going to make sure that the correct answer would be "not secure at all anymore".