Om nom motherfucking nom, man. I actually crisp up both pot stickers and pierogis first and then add water.

Linked In and the web pages of my target companies.

Your pup is adorable.

Aw, that sucks. Red wine is a better friend than men are.

Oh god. I’m sorry. Are you in LA or something? All I can offer is the assurance that there are men who don’t require super models. They might be few and far between and hard to find (insert joke about hard), but they exist.

Honestly? Don’t get fitted. Learn how a good bra is supposed to fit. Evaluate how your current bra fits. For example, do your current bras ride up in back? Your cup size is too small, and probably the band is too big. Do they gape at the top? It might be that your cup size is too large, but it might also be that the…

I’m sorry. I’m sending good thoughts your way.

Kitties!!!

Writers whose sex scenes I like who I think you could get pointers from:

no sissoring the anus

That’s a good position to be in. It means you make awesome peirogies. Care to share your non-traditional secrets?

My first thought on seeing that picture was, “Please don’t let that be Melania Trump.”

eewwwww

Yeah. It’s a one piece garment bc those pants are reeeeeeeally low.

It’s not consent if you lie or omit information that you know has a good chance of changing your partner’s willingness to engage in sex.

Seems like (unless I misread) there was already contact.

I often explain to people that the idea of racism being worse in the South is like saying chicken pox is worse than cancer because the bumps stand out more and are easier to recognize.

White men hate y’all.

Wow. That tells a very different story than the “Why I Had to Stop Seeing Mr. Big After Our 5 Day Date” post did. Waiting until you were fucked up and, I assume, naked in his hot tub to tell you was, well, fucked up. That shit has to be disclosed before the clothing comes off. He wanted you in a state where you would…

I kind of don’t think you should regret the last two sentences.