This is my worst nightmare. I get SUPER uncomfortable with public and/or cheesy romantic displays (if you try and stare into my eyes across the table at a restaurant I will cut you), and this is like that on steroids in the middle of a 'roid rage episode. Do not want. To whoever my future hubby is: please propose to…

Holy hell, this can't be real...

That's hilarious! The gingerbread man dipped in chocolate, not his accident!

I did not grasp it until I read an article like this one as a teen. So, it can be ignorance rather than contempt.

Is "kill someone for me or I will kill your whole family.. .then you come find me in the woods and we can all live together in my mansion" part of the general storyline?

Honestly, I think this is less about the 'slendeman' fiction. And more about mental health. Or lack of mental health care to be more accurate. Sounds like the mother grasping at straws as to why it happened, and while acknowledges her daughter has some issues might be ignoring, or unable to care, for how serious they…

Please remember this woman was an extremely powerful lawyer before she became FLOTUS. She easily matches Hillary in ability.

I honestly thought that until I got one. Now I firmly believe orange cats are at the top of a magnificently fluffy pyramid.

you monster

Ze Frank is funny even if it is a commercial. https://www.youtube.com/user/zefrank1

Hey, don't blame me for this shit! :o

I finally figured out where the "creepy" comes from: it is the pre-prom pose (boys hands on girls hips) that seems like a strange pose for a father-daughter . . . .

Attention world: penises are not magic. They are not capable of corrupting purity or pissing off deities.

Maybe it's just me, but all I can see are child brides in their wedding portraits. Those poses are super creepy and couple-y. Not how I looked when I posed with my dad at my wedding, or any pictures. Ergh.

So... I hate the dress. I don't like that you can see her whole boobs. I'm just not into it. And I think I would like it with just like, that extra ounce of modesty.

Seriously, though, it made me smile.

Only women get so drunk that they stumble around? I suppose I must have imagined every stumbling, drunk ass man I've ever encountered in NY. Dammit. I must have a faulty memory due to simultaneously having both a vagina and a penchant for strong drinks.

I don't know what I should be more offended about; the fact that…

Personally, I don't have a problem with diets, but I do have a problem with diet culture. I am enormously bothered by the fact that I can't sit around talking with a group of women without some discussion of what diet everyone's doing. It's toxic, and creates an atmosphere where I'm supposed to bond with other women…

Mein Gott, spam bots have started passing the Turing test.