Throwing a cigarette out the window is just as disgusting in my book.

A bookcase full of Bret Easton Ellis and Chuck Palaniuk

Puppy Surprise Weed Stash

I agree, he's an adult. Why is name protected?

I saved up to buy a kitty surprise when I was a kid, and my mom took me to the toy store to pick one out. I must have spent half a freaking hour trying to decide which one to buy (because HOW MANY ARE INSIDE?), while my mom kept saying "Just pick one already." I finally picked one, brought it home, and AW YEAH 5…

I wanted one of these so bad as a kid, and my parents wouldn't get it for me because they thought it was a stupid fad toy. Well, JOKE'S ON YOU MOM AND DAD. Puppy surprise is back and now I'm a 30-year-old with a salary and an unknown number of baby puppy-sized holes in my heart.

I want to find one, just one positive in this story, so good on the kid who recorded that drunk fucking scumbag. He should go into police work or something. You can hear him forcibly questioning "Brian," without cajoling him, and successfully getting a confession. Good on you kid. A+ job for an amateur.

Every woman who reads this will understand perfectly what your wife was feeling and the strategy she was following.

Adventure Time has a Doctor Princess. But, she points out, Princess is only her surname.

All of the news just makes me want to cry, so I'm sharing a good story from today. This little chickadee who I babysit for sometimes (she's four) and I were out getting hot chocolate today. Chickadee was holding her Elsa doll (of course), and the older lady behind us saw it and asked her if she wanted to grow up to be…

My bf rights what I guess would be called lit erotica for me. He writes stories and emails them to me every once in a while. They are hot. His last series has been about semi-Internet stars. For example the family feud lady who said one thing women would change about their husband is their penis. He wrote a story that…

The bad news: I just spent the last 6 hours reviewing literature for my thesis.

I came here to say the same thing. Poor Pitbull—I didn't know he was scared of doors! It's gonna be okay, big guy!

This is me! I mean, this my dog! Queso is the best. We don't think anything too traumatizing happened to him before we rescued him; he was only 9 or 10 weeks old. As far as other doors of the house, he just flat refuses to walk through any of them upstairs, except our bedroom. I think we hang out enough in the…

it's not easy being cheesey - go get 'em Queso xo Dipper

Same way I deal with all of life's pitfalls and worries.

The comments are fascinating. We've got representatives of the MRAs ("Boys are usually the victims!") and the pedophilia normalizers ("It's just the social stigma! She had agency!") in an almost perfect Venn diagram.

I honestly wonder if there has ever been a culture or time where people were able to look at themselves and be like, "Awesome." Are we even capable, as a species, of being happy with ourselves? I want to think so, but it's pessimism Friday, and I'm going to say no.

Ahh, "experience". The universal palliative for underpaying or not paying people.

I clicked on this article thinking a woman couldn't stop dating men that were sexing her sisters, which made me grateful to have awesome sisters. But then I read it and was just all like ewwwwwww.

And then I was grateful that I have only have sisters.