Thanks to this post, I just had a bedtime snack of Double Gloucester on oatcakes with marmalade. I will report back in the morning.

Of course I do. And my first car was a Plymouth Barracuda with a slant six engine (interesting choice, parents of mine), so I basically learned to drive pretending I was a drag racer.

I'm not sure what this says about me (other than that I'm old) but every time there's an item about this Pauly D person, my heart leaps in hope that it's actually about Pauly Shore.

Setting aside the punchface sitting on top, that is quite possibly the douchiest outfit Ralph Lauren has ever put together. If puffer jackets layered with tweed becomes a thing, I am going to start a riot.

Men prefer the more 'meal–type' items because this gave them a feeling of being "spoiled" or "taken care of", whereas those same foods reminded women of all the work that went into preparing the meal

This was me last year, and I tied a hobby horse to my crutch and went as a cowgirl (jeans, cowboy hat, plaid shirt, and I found a little sheriff's star somewhere).

My 'oh crap, a party' costume is usually pirate— black leggings, brown boots, floufy white top, scarf knotted around the head, hoop earrings, loads of eyeliner. I usually skip the eyepatch because I'm clumsy enough with full vision, and no sword so I don't have to remember where it is all night. We used to have a…

I tend to think this is fake, and if it's not I hope this lady's house accidentally catches fire from one of the many flaming bags of poo on her step.

As I was going down the list, there were a few times when my brain cringed and said, "but, um, what if you've done it accidentally?" This was one of those times.

I have an uncomfortable feeling that the mask and the "do you love it when..." was lifted straight from Kanye's bedroom repertoire. Just me?

Uh, what? Did you mean to address that to me?

There are times when we, as white people, need to shut the fuck up. This is one of those times. Seriously.

Lol. I will never get over Noel, I don't think. It's sort of a Noel/Julian combo thing for me, though. Sigh.

Oh man. I did something similar in college. One night I was out drinking and ran into transwoman friend of mine. She had a really shitty run-in with some frat bros earlier in the evening and was telling me about it. I was very drunk and unthinkingly replied, "Dude, that sucks." Which was clearly the absolute worst…

Literally nothing that can't be improved w/ a little Boosh action

Noel gif party?

I feel like these jeans are designed for Vince Noir (that is if he would ever lower himself to wear jeans in the first place).

Well— real talk, that is probably the face my face makes when a disembodied hand gives me a tasty melty grilled cheese sammich, because cheese. Even cheese that looks like gloopy mustard.

I would really like 'woman laughing with cheese' to become a thing.

We are speaking philosophically, not legally. I was clearly speaking in terms of moral/ethical rights, not legal ones.