It’s rat milk. Awful, I know.

Milk just spewed from my nose. I am not drinking milk.

I would pay to see that. Cash money.

I have no idea if they are. I’m two marriages and divorces in, myself. And I’m done.

Ah, the Sit and Throw Up, as my family called it. That and lawn darts were good times.

Oh, whew. And good on you! I went to one where we waited 2 hours, no explanation. Turned out my co-worker had cold feet. It was also the biggest, fanciest wedding I’ve ever attended. She married a New Orleans Saint.

I hope someone let your guests know there was an unavoidable delay.

Chocolate ones. Omg. The icing!

I watched plaintiff’s counsel flirt with her client during a trial once. Considering that her client was a convicted rapist/prison inmate it was gross. Further, as he had a habit of jacking off into medical request forms and sending them to a particular female prison nurse it went beyond gross and well into the highly…

Samosa-flavored vodka?

I do not understand the impulse some people have to be shitty online for no reason whatsoever.

I’m sure GoForASoda calls his or her own children imbeciles (if he or she has any).

Name-calling over such an innocuous post? You must be a lot of fun to be around.

So “Jane Eyre” isn’t quite out of date, is it? Sickening.

I so wish I were. Reading from a scroll, no less. Wearing Confederate (loser) uniforms, too.

I know I feel all warm inside. I should take a picture with a Coke can inside my bra instead of a prosthetic. Attractive!

As someone who had large breasts that turned cancerous in my 30s, I can assure you this is true.

There was quite a clusterfuck when Centenary finally got rid of Old South. You would have thought they were killing John Wesley himself (Centenary is Methodist). Old South is more awful than this article states, btw. The KA’s would ride up on horses and invite the women to secede with them.

Moist groin slacks.

Opinion soup and word salad. Mmmm.