All I got from this is that I'm a little jealous of Mia Malkova's husband. And I'm a mostly straight lady. Homegirl seems awesome.

Yeah right. I'm gonna have nightmares about that play for weeks.

She, like all douchebags*, is clearly a Patriots fan.

Ugh. As a (liberal, FWIW) Christian who actually believes in the whole "love thy neighbor" and "let he who is without sin cast the first stone" shtick, I'm really sorry. There's a reason why I backed waaaay the hell away from church in college.

My cat does this, except I don't do yoga. This is what he does when I crochet- he just walks across my boobs, then settles so I can't see my work. And then when I move my work, he moves too so he can lay on it again. Stupid cat.

Two things:

Gorgeous, legally married lesbians aren't happy for Jeb Bush, either. So there.

THANK YOU. My '06 Outback has 147,003 and, other than just having to replace the catalytic converters and ignition coil pack, runs great. My husband's '98 Outback has 200,000+, my friend's '96 Legacy sedan has 250,000+ and his Outback ('04, I think?) has 200,000+. Cars will last if you take good care of them and…

"And I don't want to see you anymore!"

Even if you wipe the slate completely clean of every bigoted thing she's ever said or even thought, Paula Deen is still someone who puts fucking cheese in her chocolate fudge. And not just cheese—VELVEETA. VELVEETA CHEESE. IN HER FUDGE RECIPE.

I was just about to reply to you with the Maize Maze! It's a NH tradition, especially from the Lakes on north.

Right? In the five (almost six) years that I've known my two best friends, both of them have been single for almost the whole time (one had a FWB for a while but she was noooot good for him at all). They're both kind of going with the flow.

One time I ran into Wade Boggs (former Red Sox 3rd baseman) at Logan Airport. My brother and I were 11 and 14, respectively, and had never really seen celebrities before so we were both awestruck when our mom just went up to talk to him and get us some autographs. I still have it and keep it with my 1986 card. I also…

My HS sweetheart (now husband) and I were both RAs in college. I can think of at least once instance where one of us had our door knocked on or the duty phone ring during sexytimes. Even if we chose to ignore it, the mood was gone.

My friends made up the hashtag for our wedding. A #shackelfordian wedding without three deaths is generally considered a dull affair.

Ah, my MIL texts me all the time. I only respond to about half of them because I just can't haha.

I talk on Facebook to my mom fairly often. Usually commenting on each others' statuses, passing messages through each other to my dad or my husband, etc. We text occasionally, too. A phone call happens on special occasions and usually lasts a half hour or so. The most irksome part of this arrangement is that my mom…

Scary Spice! Although I was 6 when they got big in the States and Baby Spice was my spirit guide back then. I have a diary that says that I want to be her when I grow up. I've now come to realize that I'd make an ugly blonde.

You're both wrong. Clearly the Patriots are going to win because a doctor said so. And doctors are always right.

TW for body shaming and mention of possible ED.