...whew! Needed that snorgalaughbrrrrt thing I just did. Thenk yew.

I laughed out loud at that tweet and could have woken both my kids. Worth it.

He called you bro?

Thanks. It was long ago, so I've recovered.

The best part of that tweet is that it was also magically delivered in his voice.

I had a group of drunken dudes grab me by the arm on the sidewalk and one of them said—"hey girl, where are you going? why don't you come to this bar with us?" i wrenched my arm away and kept walking and he yelled, "at least you could smile, bitch!"

For Christ's sake Jimmy, stop howling! It's a compliment.

Are you calling me a brobitch, broseph?! Hm, I'm going to have to think about this...

Hmmm....I like brobitch. Not sure how we'd define it.

NO! You? He's really into YOU.

Riiiiight. And we're supposed to be complimented because you view us as an acceptable orifice. SIGH. Men.

I liked your message to him tho! Haha.

And this is why I work out from home. The workout I have now is the most effective I've ever had.

Already had one in my greyed comment. DISMISS!!!!!!

your trolly troll buddy has been trolling here all day.

This is why I was arguing that gyms having women only hours at least once a week is good. I was bombarded with replies saying I was transphobic and that it isn't equality and feminism.

7) You look hot in those yoga pants.

My pet peeve is when men ask if they can work out on my machine in between my sets when the exact same machine next to me is unoccupied. Usually I'll just point to the empty machine and say, "that one is all yours, dudebro." But one evening I guess I was just exceptionally pissy because when some guy asked if we…