C’mon now, only unmarried women are worthless slime. Men are cool bachelors!

omg did you just solve depression? Mind blown.

Thank you, Ms. Rowling! Also, please do not publish a manuscript thirty years from now, in which we find out Harry has grown old and intolerant of Muggles.

Anyone?

Good to know that the Spanish for “hat trick” is “el hat trick”.

She’s not wrong, but she’s putting all the burden on the speaker, who, at the moment of speech, is also burdened with the nervousness of being on the spot, or the duty to interrupt a conversation etc etc. How about asking the listeners to adjust their filters a little bit to be less triggered by these filler words?…

Other Random Women Who Call Themselves Experts and tell other women how to talk, act, dress. I don’t want a man to tell me what to do and I don’t want another woman to either. So fuck off mother fucker. JUST stop with the micromanagement of words and thoughts. Just stop. Fucking assholes. Police your own damn selves.…

Crap. I just used it in probably every comment I made today. Like, including this one.

I’ve never *tried* the $20 Upgrade but, as a hotel clerk, I can verify that I’ve absolutely given said off-the-record upgrades. City-view rooms magically become Lake-view rooms, free breakfast coupons appear under the door overnight, or Junior Suites become Jacuzzi suites. And I’ll always try to do as much as possible…

Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat?

If a Vegan does crossfit, what do they rush to tell you about first?

Aleve’s active ingredient (naproxen, formerly only by prescription) is an NSAID like in Advil (ibuprofen) — but it IS much more potent, and also has an increased risk of stomach issues like ulcers and stuff.

Let me tell you about what life is like as a fat sexworker. My job involves sharing photos of myself as a strong, sexy, sexual woman, in varying degrees of undress. It involves me setting a figure - a not inexpensive one, either - on what I feel access to my body is worth.

This, for a myriad of reasons, makes some men…

Or it’s a nice, pleasant way to spend Mother’s Day.

So my mom died when I was 6 from cancer. At my kindergarten “graduation” I was getting a special citizenship award and was really excited about it. The evening of the ceremony, I remeber my mom laying on the couch obviously in a ton of pain. I, being 6, was oblivious and demanded she get ready for my graduation. She…

I registered for both a slow cooker and a wok and use them!!

I’ve posted this to I Thee Dread before, but I still contend that my Christian sex manual was the greatest/worst wedding gift of all time. It even came with worksheets to fill out about each other so I could get to know my husband. I think I was being sold to him?

I did neither. I just pointed out that different things affect different people differently. Nice way to miss the point and deflect though.

This is a Deadspin article, so I expected him to actually have a massive erection on the field, not a fuck up.