Should have known it was fake, who sends official correspondence in Calibri? #GraphicDesignerJokes

Double news flash: That's bad.

Newsflash: It ain't just men around anymore. The sexist language has to go.

Why did you accept the foremost frontline position? Outside of it being the only job you qualified for, you probably felt a call to serve to the best of your ability. Why can't women feel what you felt when you signed up? What about female medics and EOD techs and pilots who have experienced combat? Your feelings and…

Because the Soviet Army in WWII was known for being especially weak. Read a fucking book.

I know you're a trollio, but we all know the IDF is known for being weak and easy to beat.

OK, maybe I had some mean friends or something... but it's not like he announced her grandmother died or anything. It's nice to treat college admission with some levity anyway, given how much we stress kids out about it in the first place.

Oh man, I thought I was the only sociopath here, based on what everyone else said.

Exactly!

I'll admit I laughed pretty hard at this.

Still my preferred method.

I'm an Australian, living in Australia. They are a pest here, and I've even stayed on a farm and gone 'spotlighting' (riding in the back of a ute and finding rabbits to shoot- they attract foxes which kill sheep). My husband spent his childhood Easters up there, and can still skin and gut a rabbit. A lot of people…

I hope I'm not the only one that thought of this.

And yet even if this were true, not having the stamina to saw through a log =/= not knowing how to use a saw.

Can we bunny bomb you for posting this?

I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. Everything was already about something being in a vagina for me.

I think the jagged bit is the part you hold — the pointy bits give you extra grip. Then you hit the wood with the other end until it breaks. And then you've got yourself a bookshelf, little lady!

I've taken a few carpentry classes in my time, and when I saw "buying lumber without using math" I started laughing and pretty soon I laughed so hard I blacked out and when I came to the saw was warm and there's a bookcase where there wasn't one before. I'm still not sure what happened, but I know NO MATH WAS DONE…

Okay, blatant sexism aside, as the daughter of a master carpenter I have to say I laughed the hardest at "not having to use math," part. I watch my dad measure things out at LEAST twice before making the cut. Sometimes 3 times. That's WHY there's a popular saying that goes, "measure twice, cut once."

When I see a man drinking bourbon, I think—did this dude steal my bourbon?