“The name’s George P. Bush. ‘P’ as in ‘patricide.’”

Maybe to test his aim?

This is also why I stopped offering my used underpants for free on Craigslist.

I think a good guideline in such situations is to consider the artist’s intentions. For instance, when Andy Warhol first exhibited his Brillo boxes, attendees were encouraged to pick one up and bring it home. So whenever I see a Warhol piece in a museum, I grab it and run the fuck out of there.

I have no idea if this is true, but it sounds like her father is/was abusive as well. If that’s the case this isn’t “just” an addiction issue.

I agree completely. However, I do think it’s instructive to note that she put him on the defensive by pushing back directly and immediately. It appears such men thrive on the lingering discomfort and ambiguity - that feeling of, “did that really just happen? I better just keep quiet about it for now.”

Can’t you invite him to the Olympics with you? Then you can whistle over some Zika mosquitos, get him infected, and then abort his pathetic ass. It’s a win-win for us and the mosquitos!

Wait, so 56kg = 677lbs? I will never understand the metric system.

Still better than their proposed headline, “Mitch’s Bitch Acquires Gaudy Necklace.”

There should be a whole museum dedicated to these misbegotten works - I would certainly include the Joe Paterno statue.

He only needs one line, “Would you like some of this Pita in your pita?”

Nothing compares 2 you

Her essay is also very well written.

It seems highly likely that she had her face altered by a series of horrifying surgeries so that her pen pal wouldn’t be able to recognize her.

Cinnamon raisin bagel *shudder* with tuna fish *cringe*

Come on, man. That shit was warmed-over dogshit. Don't be seduced by all those thespianizing thespians.

I think of it more as pouring a dead, decomposing calico cat out of a bag.

First he was good. Then he became bad. Now he’s just plain ugly.

I’m thinking Zika-infected testicle.

You straight up need to check yourself, queen of your own small mind. You’re not worth a drop of Mariah’s saliva.