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Having shared a home with an art student/starving artist whose materials were more often than not found objects, common sense would have gone a long way. It would have saved me a lot of pained conversations over why I threw out a box of broken glass or old lighters or empty spray cans that seemed dangerous at the

Because why would you waste your precious Toys 'R Us capital on a stupid Ken with no good accessories?! Like, do you even SHOP, KEN?! For realz, tho.

my barbies used to mack on all kinds of boy dolls and action figures. they were gittin' it on with GI Joes, my cousin pepito's CHiP's Officer Ponch (who when you took him off the bike stayed in a crouched position), a hand me down version of every member of New Kids on the Block, and the Ken's of generations past.

This sounds like: no written/enforceable contract, no applicable precedents, &/or no 3rd party witnesses to an oral agreement. The only thing he could possibly allege is tortious malfeasance on the part of the Minajesty perfume contractor who took the bottle wig idea from him, but that might even be a stretch without

Sausages: the reason up to 4% of human meat is allowed by the FDA.

i remember reading an interview of hers while she was still with the Spice Girls where she talked specifically about hating how she looked when she smiled, and that being the cause of her constant "bitch face" in public. she's apparently quite a smiley person IRL—just hates the way it looks on her. i can relate to

SECONDED TIMES INFINITY. Once while at Brownie camp, we awoke to a Troopmate's cries of terror and saw a raccoon stirring atop her belly while she shook like a leaf inside her sleeping bag afraid to move, and her sat there, happy as a clam, greedily eating her toothpaste with his mini people hands.

Nothing of much substance to add, I just want to piggy back on this, second it, and add that the Oakland dating scene has chiller people but the guys who DO talk to you are the ones you wish wouldn't, and the ones you do want to call/message/fb never do because they are too timid/have a thousand options/sexual ADD.

I've never smelled new shoes and gotten that "OH GAWD... YASSSS!" Feeling Ms. Holmes describes. All I feel is dread.

I feel you! I ended up inviting a bunch of friends over for a Galentines Day party and we had a blast eating shrimp tacos, playing cards, listening to the Hall & Oates Pandora station, and noshing on salted caramel brownies. And Jameson. Guys were not allowed initially, but they ended up crashing the party because of

Holy birthday candles, Maksim looks like the evil twin of my old roommate Michael! I wonder if he too likes playing D&D and watching Doctor Who.

the fact that i laughed so many times at this only PROVES i am, in fact, 12 years old.

he went to my best friend's high school, Bella Vista High School. made so much money that he bought them a new stadium, which they refer to as Sparks Field.

KStew's poem makes me cringe for all of 8th grade, when i used to make my friends listen to the poems i would write. i was GOING THROUGH CHANGES so i needed to express myself through the written word, so everyone, into the girl's bathroom because i have a new poem to share. OMFG i am blushing right now just thinking

6 months, 1 week to start dating the man of my dreams, make sure I don't drive him away (with the help of Cosmo!), and get him to put that RING on it! ;)

I don't know what the situation for restaurants is Kansas City, Missouri, is like, but in the Bay Area (Oakland, specifically, where I am from) we are big on our growing foodie scene. San Francisco is particularly established as a big culinary scene. And they are huge on the ethnic food—and charging $$$$ for it. (To

It's okay. I understand your pain. Cynthia Sanchez quit 4 years ago, but people still call me her name. Months after I have corrected them. Repeatedly. #thesepeopleiswear

i got invited to one that was being hosted by a dude whose a high up in marketing at facebook because a friend of mine works in Silicon Valley in marketing. then i was uninvited because friend's girlfriend got sick. i was going to leverage that into an xoJane article, dammit! saddest day of my life.

i was going to share mine when i first heard of the project, then facebook chose a photo of me dressed as Amy Winehouse for halloween. and LOOKING THE PART.

That's exactly what I was thinking! Veteran barista here, 5 years, and I was just reading thinking of all the times I spilled scalding milk on myself and screamed "JIMINY CRICKET THAT BURNS!" Now imagine that but I'm damn near naked? No thanks. Not for all the tips in the world.