I loved it when Ilana doesn’t like the concept of being in a relationship so she has sex with him so they can still hang out.

Everyone loved Cosby, but I never liked the show and could never understand why. Perhaps even as a 4 year old I knew he was a sick bastard.

I came to Broad City for Lincoln, I stayed for Ilana passing out in a bathroom and having Abbi take care of her over skype.

Im tempted to move back to where I grew up, where there is a huge Asian-owned grocery store that thrives along with several others. Great prices, great produce, and wal-mart doesn't shake them. F you wal-mart. F you, big bad corporate grocery store that tries to sell me my veggies at ungodly high prices.

I live in a food desert, and I can tell you this is truth. Why do they not want money from poor people? What is the point of leaving a market, albeit poverty stricken, with no grocery stores, when people always need to buy groceries?

This. I live in a low income area and I can't run like I used to thanks to the roving mad max characters in my neighborhood, and I have to get home early to beat traffic to my side of town. People think its weird that people in the poverty sector are over weight, but its really easy to get fat when you are afraid of…

Krysten Ritter, obvs, though I only know her from Don’t trust the B (I'm saving her new show for the summer).

Oh god this sounds like the plot to a uter-centric thriller.
“After a night of passion with some rando from the buffet line and a broken propellor on a Carnival Cruise, one woman must use all her power to stop fertilization. From New Line Cinema, Daisey Ridley is ‘The Ovulator’.”

Her expression is just very “I hate you all. When I’m president, you will all be in my FEMA camps”.

When I visited the AG store once, they had shoved the doll who happened to be in a wheelchair in the back, while abled-dolls sat proudly in front. Nice one, AG.

Me: Oh that’s terrible, this man was railroaded.

When I was in 4th grade my teacher didn't believe I was really sick. I sat down and immediately I tossed my fruity pebbles all over my desk. The kid beside me was all "What did you eat?!?".

I personally think he did it on purpose. I wonder if he had any ill-feelings about the Japanese post ww2? Like "fuck this shit, I'm doing it, Bar." And Bar is all, "Herbert Walker Bush! You promised no more vomiting on people you don't like!" "Goddammit, Bar!".

One time I dated a dude who made noises like I was ripping his kidney's out whenever he finished. Got upset when I moved too much also.

Im the exact same way. I've read most of the major books (from the serious examinations of the crime and trial to OJ's self serving diatribe). I always go with my mom's favorite conspiracy theory: the jury was bribed and/or the prosecution purposely failed to provide anything beyond a reasonable doubt, in order to…

Blangelina Holie

Ugh that Skunk should have been neutered to the fullest extent of the law.

Failure Sailor is the first that came to my mind.

Or that Bristol’s excuse for Tripp (I’m guessing thats her first child's name), is that her dude just like of tripped and fell in her vagina.

Trig...Tripp...Sailor...I'm wondering the exact process this family goes through when picking baby names.