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It’s the intrinsic ones that really take up your time.

Andy Cohen, really? He seems like such a prick. Laughing AT his reality stars while making bank on their backs.

He’s got to be a cyclist with those quads. Which makes it all the more infuriating because his balls have already been bike-squished. I feel confused when I look at him.

It just amused me so much. I just pictured a bunch of men with linebacker shoulders and teensy waists tipping over on subways at the slightest change in speed. Like man dominoes. Helpless against the forces of gravity, saved only by extra wide stance while seated.

We had a math teacher in high school that resembled Trent. It was amazing.

The only constant between Bowie and Rickman was a certain, gentlemanly air. It was evident in every one of their individual interviews. Both were artists, one subdued and enduring and the other flamboyantly out there and a predictor of musical future. Both seemed like charming gentlemen, manners-wise. I’m now awfully

Give this guy a break. His balls reach wider than his shoulders. That has to be uncomfortable.

Except that when another man is seated next to you, you both clamp your legs together like you’re a Duggar kid and Josh is babysitting.

I know, right? Homie did not skip leg day.

Every time I see someone barefoot in a highly public place (subway, gas station, gym) I die a little bit more inside.

A+++

Ugh, this makes me so viscerally irritated. That said, the STEMS on the last guy.

Then I let this thought creep in:

For the first several seconds she was my hero. Then I let this thought creep in:

I heard a similar argument this scientist is attempting to make but instead used the shoulder to hip width difference to imply it was a *balance* issue. I.e. it’s hard for an triangle to balance on it’s tip.

Womanspreading.

It's widespread by definition.

That is a whole bag of hemorrhoid rippers.

Diverticulitis in a bag, but damn if I don’t love those.

Reminds me a little bit of Utz’ Extra Dark Pretzels. It’s a bag full of those occasional pretzels that are just slightly overbaked. I know they’re available in Philly, but I’ve never seen them west of there.