Ditto. Their salad dressing is a gift from the heavens above.
Ditto. Their salad dressing is a gift from the heavens above.
I love Handy. I think it's the worst one, and yet I can't get enough of it.
I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT HER TELL US MORE
Today I went grocery shopping and three different people ... hit on me? They all did so after walking behind me and then scooting out in front to ask for my number. One guy didn't even get in front of me, he just called to me from behind that he'd "like to get to know me better".
Me too. It was one of the first thoughts I had about it. I really went down the rabbit hole on that one for awhile.
God I love that cereal.
Wow. This is excellent.
Me neither. Amen.
Sonja has a line of toaster ovens?
This is so fucking stupid.
The top one looks like Clarissa, explaining it all to me about smoking backwards.
Fuck. There's no way I'm putting on pants.
Yes. The reasoning is: erectile dysfunction is a medical condition. Pregnancy is not. It's a beautiful gift of life and you're the devil incarnate if you don't want to give birth to such precious children.
This is 100% what my friend believed (I wrote about him somewhere in these comments). In the early 2000s.
I had a definite yogurt thing. I think it was yogurt made from kefir. I will definitely try your suggestions!
In college I had a friend who told me that there are 3 types of lady orgasms: clitoral, vaginal, and a really special one that causes ovulation while sex is occurring in order to make babies. He was completely 100% serious and told me that this is why he would never have sex unless he were married (because he assumed…
Having done absolutely zero international shopping, I honestly don't know. But my immediate guess is that if it's a global company, they're likely going to have all of their clothes manufactured in the same place, regardless of where they eventually get sold. I really do think that it's standard to have things made in…
Yeah, because rapes that don't trigger "acute stress" aren't actual rapes. Because you secretly like it, you slut. Duh.
My mom refused to buy me buckles, so I had to make do with scrunchies. Sob stories.
No! Do you recommend?