Wait, are these real? Are they currently in grocery stores? Are they in the Oreo aisle? My questions need answering!

At 1:47 you can see a girl's phone with a little pocket for a metrocard. Where can I buy this and can it be delivered yesterday?

When I saw the headline I was really excited because I thought it was referring to Art Garfunkel and John Oates, but then I opened the article and saw that it was two imposters and was kind of pissed. I watched the video anyway and NEW RINGTONE.

Yes, I know this isn't about race, but THIS IS A HAPPY SONG AND JUST GO WITH IT, OKAY?

Actually sickened by this.

Summary: We don't like you but we like money so we invited you because weddings are to make money for your future and we assumed you would give us money. It turns out you didn't so now we're regretting our decision to invite you. So... this is all your fault, asshole.

So... This brilliant woman was feeling so troubled that she decided to end her life. In this year's Dior skirt!

I totally had goals I wanted to accomplish today (I made a list and everything) but then I went on a hike with my babydog and the manfriend and those were all basically shot to shit. And now I'm too tired to get up off this very comfortable couch and take a shower and go to bed. But don't get me wrong, I had a great…

I think there are pros and cons to OKC. Pro: It's free. Cons: It's free. I feel like if a website required you to buy a membership (like Match) the people who sign up are more committed to finding a relationship (or whatever it is they are hoping to find). People can make OKC profiles and have no sort of real…

Kickstarter to buy him an electric sander so he can fix that awful, glaring problem.

THIS! I used to love my gynecologist, but every time I told her that sex was painful for me she said "use more lube." It never worked, and I started to wonder if I was just built incorrectly or if I was asexual or something (even though I had a sex drive!) But after a ton of Googling I came across the vaginismus…

There have been 43 different presidents, total. It would be a loooooong article if we talked about all the shitty things they all did. This one is about Bush.

They DID vote for someone else. See #50.

Is there a place where I can do this? Like a Punching Bag/Bobo Doll Penis Gymnasium or Arena?

You know, I really don't NEED an extra morning cry. But oh my goodness, Emma! I'm considering nixing this grad school thing and opening up a Dalmation Plantation, except with dogs of every race, color, nativity, property, creed, and previous condition of servitude.

At my last session I told him that I needed a therapist to process my therapy with him, but in a joking manner. He offered to see me twice a week, one for an "intense" session and one for a "debriefing" session, but after thinking about it I decided that would only dig me deeper into IHaveNoClueHood and told him no. …

There's always Would You Rather. Also, have you heard of I'm Going on a Picnic? I don't know if that's the official title, but what you do is sit in a circle and one person decides on a theme, for example, "things that are red." They say "I'm going on a picnic and I'm bringing [insert red thing, like blood,…

Yeah, you're right. But ugh, what a pain in the ass! And then there's the fear that my new one will be worse than this one— I guess the fear of the unknown. Sigh.

Have you guys ever felt you need another therapist to help you through therapy with your current therapist? I have. I like to call this concept "meta-therapy." Does posting this comment automatically get me a trademark, or is there some sort of email I have to send too?

I visited this guy's article, his two websites, and his Facebook page. Nowhere does he list where he went to school for this "doctorate." Because I'm guessing it was a correspondence course-type program in which he wrote letters back and forth to his ass.