Me either, but I suppose by that age, they're often hanging so low that if you *don't* do something about the moisture down there, you'll spend the rest of the day feeling like you've got a kiddie pool in your pants.

Welcome to the internet! You'll love it here.

I'm poachable! Like an egg.

Yeah, I get what they were going for, and I realize I'm not supposed to take it that seriously. I just wanted to share my "nah, this pusbag is dead to me" reaction. Here's hoping she never makes another cent off of her looks.

From body-shaming to slut-shaming. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Or clever?

"Tempting to feel a bit sorry for Mathers?" The hell you talking about?

Sweet Heat Skittles sounds worth trying, and I'm sure the bourbon chocolate square is yummy (although I'm already starting to tire of bourbon-flavored sweets as the next salted caramel). Everything else looks boring or perverse.

Because "Gator Gum" was too soon?

Have they figured out what the fuck is wrong with your coworker yet?

GERN BETTLE v SIPPERMAN: DOWN OF JESTERS

"Truly, it’s a turn of events that might surprise anyone not familiar with corporate America."

…that's what she said?

Yeah, I know, but when something's crawling around on my skin, my body don't give a damn how harmless it is, flailing is imminent.

Or maybe it's the equivalent of how back in the day, it seemed like McDonald's ads would either have zero black people in them, or else *only* black people in them (along with a pseudo hip-hop soundtrack, painful attempts at "street slang," etc)

Fuckin' months, how do they work?

Jesus, I wanna know how YOU managed to just chill there for a good ten minutes with a bee on your hand.

I know, I just couldn't resist the image.

thanks!

Or the dick.
Because you KNOW they'll all be dudes.