I love telling this story at parties.

You know, I live in South Louisiana, which is predominately Catholic, and not only does no one care at all down here, people actively come up and offer assistance to the mother and baby. We also have signs all over the bus stops with images of mothers breastfeeding with logos like "It's dinnertime!" and offers for…

American pig! Homemade Borscht is sent from the cold-cracked hands of the Eastern European poverty angel. You ARE a war criminal.

Just for clarification, you can't cheat on an ex. Christy Mack was his ex at the time of the assault. But, I really like your joke.

Just as irrelevant as your anecdotal evidence is my anecdotal evidence. My husband, a former Marine, wakes up every morning, does the dishes, sweeps the floor, and makes the bed (so tight you can bounce a quarter off of it). Is it awesome? Fuck yeah. Is he awesome? Oh yes. But guess what? It isn't the experience of…

I'm twenty six and was in a class where they passed around a sticker until it got all gross and hairy and lost its stickiness. Can you guess the metaphor they were attempting? Fuck abstinence only education.

You and me both, friend. I kept reading words and so they remained. Ticks on a page. I was actually afraid I was having an aneurysm for a second there.

Mark, I've been lurking on your articles, giggling, for I am also an connoisseur of the...unusual, and I must say, this article was extremely sweet and cute. Allen sounds like a champ.

At least we Saints fans have the decency to wear paper bags over our heads.

You'd have to ask someone other than his wife. I do my best not to identity police people, but that man sets my gaydar off, hooboy!

He does have a history of domestic violence. *wet blanket*

Lindy noooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Your fart/baby fart jokes kept me here in the first place. Write that novel. I'll read the shit out of it. Thank you so much for your amazing voice and hilarious content.

Christers, that is the most accurate description of him I've ever heard.

Only if you're ill in Louisiana and you have to get a signed physician's note and it takes weeks.

My dog loves to eat the crotch out of my panties. Maybe they should have a fancy dog restaurant where the menu reads like this:

Most porn actors/sex workers are independent contractors, which means they are not offered insurance by the companies they shoot under. And their taxes are insane. And they don't get residuals.

Uh, how about everyone in the relationship does what they want with their own bodies and if the other doesn't like it, they can leave. I married a dude who does not give a shit about my body hair. I do not give a shit about his body hair. Don't get into a relationship with someone you want to change. Done.

But...but..he gets a TON of blowjobs!

The headline was pretty clear...or brown.