Acid is hard as fuck, remember that girl who turned into a glass of orange juice and died when she tipped over?

I am literally feeling challenged to bring drugs on a plane now. And snakes.

I used to actively hate read you Jia, but this is the third article that you’ve written where I feel like you are actually fucking awesome. As long as you can avoid “loling” in the comments at your readership or in response to any criticism, I’m picking up what you are putting down. I was hoping the comments section…

Yeah...I wasn’t paying enough attention to your myriad posts to notice any distinction other than the one I responded to. I didn’t realize there was just one verbose opinionated person rambling on about investment pieces. I’m clearly the idiot.

Sewing from scratch doesn’t make fiscal sense. Quality fabrics are not cheap and the labor involved in making something one could wear and look acceptable in a business setting is extensive. There’s a reason the introduction of ready to wear clothing is a feminist benchmark of great importance. It freed up women’s…

I was unaware of that group of guerilla feminists embedding themselves at the checkout in order to attack domesticity. You poor thing, it appears you would benefit from a nice pat on the back for making good financial planning decisions, unlike those suckers out there attacking you via microagression every day.

I’d have a very stern Russian ballerina come over every morning to wake me up and make me dance my tits off using shame as motivation for an hour and a half every day. Then I’d have a cook who specialized in down-home advice, hugs and butter prepare me some advice, give me a hug and cook me some buttery food and/or…

I never thought about it, but maybe I’m high. I enjoy the shit out of Miley without irony. I’m not going to defend it because I’m too busy having fun.

Love Nair. The smell is not the best, but it works great on thin wispy hair. My hair is so fine that shaving doesnt get rid of the fuzz and tweezing can’t capture the whisper hairs. Nair burns the shit out of spider web hair on your face and legs.

I flick my bean to Denis Leary. He’s so weathered and sexy. I love his fuck face.

I’m probably in the minority here, but I would interpret this as genuine concern, not criticism . I don’t wear makeup during the week but will wear it when forced to go into the office or traveling. If a person was used to seeing me made up, it’s understandable that they inquire if I was ok if there was a noticeable…

You're boring and your sanctimony is irritating—no one cares enough to stone you for hypocrisy. Unless you are pretending to be the Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt from a season of the future...oh wait, Kimmy wouldn't try to shut down human dialogue because she grew up in a bunker. You are NO Kimmy Schmidt.

Well...the alleged bangers didn’t write in asking for advice. Pretty sure we’d shame that shit too.

I do appreciate the context you’ve provided and often enjoy viewing gangbangs in cinema...for fun and total fantasy of something I would prefer not to do IRL.The practical and technical chops required to carry this off must be intense. But this girl was was not a professional...she was...not...I don’t even know what…

God...her Polish accent is disconcertingly comforting to me.

I tried to distract myself from wanting to puke through that shitshow of an interview by contemplating if she had work done or good moisturizer or drank the blood of children. And her hair was cute too. Both her daughters are also beautiful so maybe she is just that genetically blessed? I suppose branding rapists on…

Dude...is it really "you are" low intellect? Or did you just grammar check someone on "there" poor grammar and end up demonstrating the depths of "you are" low intellect?

You are not crazy, you are like many five year old's who go through a phase where they only eat chicken nuggets smothered in ketchup.

This is really cathartic in a way, I keep on remembering more terrible times in my life as I peruse the comments. Like when I puked in my makeup bag on a shuttle bus to the airport in Vegas after insisting that drinking 5 cosmos’s (CLASSY) for breakfast was entirely reasonable because they were comped. I zipped up…

Been there. And “whatever!” is literally the only thing you can say to those smug brunchers.