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I think I saw some advice somewhere that suggested telling a friend "I can't invite you to the wedding but I'd love you to help me with dress shopping!" So basically "no food or drinks for you but help me with this random errand!" So yeah, no ideas. I'll just stay single forever (I don't think that'll be a challenge,

I hate to white knight Madge, but, having been through a similar situation, sometimes you just have to stop trying to fix someone's life. That doesn't mean you stop caring.

I don't want to get specific because I've pretty well doxxed myself on this website and Ghomeshi's law firm does not fuck around, based on reputation. But everyone in Toronto knows someone (who knows someone, etc) who has a story about him. They usually involve younger women and icky vibes.

Can we please not make definitive, inflammatory statements like

I'm Indian, and once an old white lady thought I was Padma Lakshmi and asked me for cooking tips, even though I was like 15 and was wearing Lycra sweatpants

"'How could I have married someone who's so bad with money?' 'Why did I marry someone who I can't rely on to attend family functions with me?' 'What possessed me to marry someone who is a habitual nose-picker?!?'"

I'm sorry but am I reading this correctly? A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL advised her that milk would come out OF HER ARMPITS??!! This issue has now jumped the shark and I think we can all go home because we're clearly done here.

We nearly had the same night. Dinner was served by 6pm, but we had the room until midnight. So after FIVE HOURS of dancing and drinking, we went to the bar to have another drink with our dj. By the time we got back to the room we were practically dragging our worn-out, filthy feet. We were both tired and RANK. Slept

I'm not married yet, but this makes so much sense to me. My BF and I have great sex all the time, if we get married, I want to spend the night partying with all our friends and family who came to celebrate with us, not do something we can do any night.

Same! I helped my wife out of her dress, helped her take all her bobby pins out, I carefully took off my tux (I bought that shit, not a rental), enjoyed a nice hot shower in the hotel, put on a robe, drunkenly talked about how awesome our friends are, passed out in robe, had to scramble to pack in the morning to get

From my bridesmaid days...

No more Prima Nocte? Edward the Longshanks was just waiting in the wings for an opportunity like this!

Hmmph. Amateurs.

Also, any guy who enjoys blowjobs and uses "dick-sucking" as an insult is a fucking hypocrite.

What's wrong with being a dick-sucking whore?