Well, this guy hasn't snapped out of his cultural conditioning either.

Here you go folks, use this to cool off:

Ok but srsly, I'm so bummed :(:(:(:(:(:(

"If anyone wants to hear me trash talk about this woman, come to my business. We can talk in the rape room!"

WTF did I just watch? That's too much weiner.

What, your pants don't have flaps on them? Mine do... and upon further inspection, they are not pants, they are onesies.

So basically, a bunch of people who are a) looking for anything to ding the President on and b) have no idea what looks good. 'Cause that suit is niiiiice.

That seems reasonable. It's an icky image, but it doesn't seem like it was an actively malicious one, and it doesn't seem so odd that someone might rethink his choices over the course of 15 years.

Years ago, some kids in my neighborhood, a brother and sister, were playing hide and seek. They were about 8 and 9 years old. I was sitting outside with the kids' mom and some other neighbors as the brother came running by us, telling his mom not to tell his sister where he hid (behind a tree a few feet away). A…

My high school biology teacher was late to class one day because she woke up to the ungodly sounds of two raccoons fucking in her kitchen, which they got into through the cat door. She flipped on the lights, scaring them, and they immediately shit and pissed all over her floors.

My parents (who live in the 2nd floor apartment of the two family house they own) decided one spring morning a few years ago to clean the deck (again two stories up). My dad removed the tarp covering the table and discovered a very fat, very sleepy raccoon who decided the deck two stories up was a good place to bunk…

My little sister is adopted and the first month she was over (she was around 10), we were in the back yard. She was over a ways playing and my mom and I were sitting up on the deck talking. We hear Sveta call out, "Kitty!" with her cute little accent. She chases this animal behind the shed and then the laughter…

Forty two year old college graduate, sitting and clapping as tiny hamster eats giant strawberry.

Always happy to talk about boners.

Like a houseguest. Marvelous at first and full of possibilities, but if left unsupervised for too long, they can be a real pain.

I had no idea there was a name for smegma, although I guess I should have known there was. I've been calling it Clitty Litter™ since I was a teenager.

Everybody in this life has his or her personal line that cannot be crossed. I want you to ask yourself what your line is.

"It went down my butt crack!"

I don't know who I love more in this video - him, or Anna Faris.