Just for 24 hours, in honor of this post, I cordially request all the star button recommendations on Kinja be changed to that adorable vagina face. (And that's not a sentence I will write again in a hurry).

I want to give you all the vaginas, all of them.

I thought it was funny... which means deleting it was probably the best move, yeah.

Considering that she probably posted those craigslist ads from her house, I should say not. She needs to get one of those anti-hacker ankle bracelets and have her internet privileges taken away.

"Gratuitous and Juvenile Potshots" should probably be my tagline.

East Shitheel, Nebraska

Let's put this in fiscal terms, shall we?

My husband and I both work, but we don't make a lot of money. At one point, when it was just me working, we made $37 too much to qualify for food assistance.

Now now, Pinkham. I imagine this is only step one in her plan. With the money Arizona saves from denying this outlandishly grand luxury to these freeloaders they can build work houses and prisons! And if they don't like it, why, they can just die and decrease the surplus population!

FLAMES ON THE SIDES OF MY FACE...

And "I'm allergic to crunchy. But not crispy."

Don't forget "why are purple" and "could've used more vegan options."

Referring to a previous story about a guy who proclaimed himself a very important man because he sold monogrammed coffee thermoses.

Ha - it's a inside joke from an earlier post from months ago on Kitchenette, where some customer in a restaurant was a big dickbag and was like, "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I SELL MONOGRAMMED COFFEE THERMOSES" or something like that.

"And here is our garden."