“...psychological break between ‘carrying around a gun and occasionally firing it at people’ and ‘I am killing someone.’”

Whenever I check in with the gun-toting nuts on my Facebook feed, their posts are all centered around the idea that gun owners are extremely responsible and competent individuals. After all, they know the technical difference between a rifle and and assault rifle, so only their opinions are valid, right? They know how…

...Here someone is doing the right thing and driving people back from NYE celebrations safely and what happens? Some piece of shit kills her. I hope they find him soon.

Inbred cats always make me laugh

nah...she actually does have alcohol in her.

I don’t know why all these health nuts seem so entirely clueless about the fact that one diet does not fit all people. Honestly, if you know so goddamn much, why don’t you know *that*?

Stop peeping on me!

......just a totally hypothetical scenario.

Don’t worry, Rocco, just wait until you’re 24 and you can lie in bed on a Sunday morning, eating three different types of cake for breakfast and resenting the fucked up relationship with food you have as a result of your mother’s crazy diet restrictions. Or something.

I...fully support a kid not getting an iPhone till after they’re 15

I think it’s bloody well likely.

I can't help but wonder if the sister was involved or at the minimum sleeping with him before her death.

The friends whose New Year’s party I’m going to specified “winter finest” for their “Apres ski” themed* party, and I have spent two weeks now trying to sort out what that means. Like actual finery but winter colors/weights, or what we would wear hanging out around at the hearth’s edge at this mythical ski lodge?

Canned?

This is hilarious. Just had a conversation with my husband at dinner last night while I was eating a delicious salad- I really believe the best salad isn't near as delicious as the worst cheesey carb food.

Not touching anything else on your plate?

Potato chip tuna casserole? No disrespect intended to Mr. Legend, but that was the sixth-grade cafeteria lunch we always avoided on Tuesdays.

Brb cooking this.

@Chloe Grace Moretz.