Even if this is true, and I sort of think it is—at least the part about buying things, my wedding was still the best day of my life. I cannot explain how meaningful it was to have so many people who loved and cared about my husband and I in the same room dancing to Madonna. I had so much fun, and it was completely…

One of my BFFs got an engagement puppy instead of a ring. I am so happy I was there when another friend was like “but the dog will die eventually! That’s stupid!” She answered “yes, the dog will probably die. And when he does, we’ll go down to city hall and file for divorce the next day. I’ll text you.”

If I were Jennifer Aniston, I would do everything in my power to get married and have a kid in secret. Like, Clint Barton style secret family. And then, when my kid was 18, I’d go out in public near some paparazzi, and when they asked who he/she was, I’d be like “Oh, that’s my kid. You know, Sam? Did you not know I’m…

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At least his wife is divorcing him instead of defending it all and refusing to see reality.

They did call by her first and last name, although I think it’s because she doesn’t have a previous or current elected position to refer to her as. They did the same thing to Ben Carlson and Donald Trump.

Tim Allen has a show, still? Shit, here I thought he was relegated to Michigan tourism radio commercials (AKA “out of my face,” where he belongs).

At least it wasn’t “and ect.”

“For Dill and I”. “each and everyone of you”. Sigh.

AND ETC.

Oh, I remember this guy! He tore Janet Jackson’s top off on live TV and left her holding the (fun)bag(s) in the morality-police shitstorm that followed. Fuck him.

This movie has everything. It’s like a Stefon description of a club. Deception, infidelity, bad wigs, a rotten dock, one of those country farm stands, a guy who likes like Pacey from Dawson’s Creek, but with tattoos, in an old striped truck...

Did no one bother to pick up the glass here? I am bothered by this

Kid... if you had managed the guts to stand up to one bully in school, you might not be such a raging cowardly asshole, spewing out racist, misogynist crap in a desperate plea for attention. When you’re a lonely creep, even negative attention is better than none at all, I guess.

If a guy ever asked me if I had “Daddy Issues” because he took an hour to text me back I would happily respond that my Dad always texts back quickly or apologises for the delay. That is because he is a good person who taught me that I deserve to be treated with respect.

To quote J.K. Rowling: The Internet doesn’t just offer opportunities for misogynistic abuse, you know. Penis enlargers can also be bought discreetly.

Upset? Naw.... You’re gonna have to work out your raging hatred of women (who would be so much cooler if they’d stop calling you a creep, right?) somewhere else.

Saying a woman or girl has “daddy issues” is fucking wretched. If she has daddy issues, shouldn’t the hate be directed at, you know, her god damned father? How is his disgusting and damaging fuckery her fault?

What is the point of bringing out Lenny Kravitz if he is only going to sing Katy Perry's worst song, and none of his own?!

I would just like to discuss how gawdawful that halftime show was, Missy aside.