Depending on the age of her children they were probably mortified. I know I would have been.

Wouldn’t that be an icy mocha?

The first warm day after winter was the worst; everyone wanted a frappucino.

I hated people who asked for frappucinos when I worked at an actual Starbucks.

IDAF if someone’s idiocy costs them their own life because life, choices, and consequences, but when it costs the life of an innocent party (human or animal) I get pretty miffed.

You should also be terrified by domesticated cattle because they’re plenty dangerous too.

The person who said that maybe she thought it was like a cow, well cows can be pretty scary too. My grandfather raised cattle most of my life, and I was always warned to keep my distance from them because they are unpredictable when spooked.

You’ve seen people chasing elk? Holy shit those things are scary huge.

There’s so many reasons even beyond just not ordering. How many in your party, complication of orders. It’s almost like it’s not easier to get food out to a two top instead of an eight top.

Earlier that week he actually said I’m gonna need you to bend over so I can see that juicy ass bouncing up and down on my cock. I ignored that one, responded to the second one, and finally got him to leave me alone when he said he needed a make out session, and I responded by saying “I hope you find one.” We met…

There are just so many of us to disappoint so they have to try to work through it faster.

That actually beats the worst one I ever got: I need a cold drink and some warm pussy. I told him I could provide the cold drink.

Their logic in no way resembles actual logic.

That would certainly explain all the shit that comes out of his mouth.

That is at once the dumbest and grossest thing I have ever read. Just why are men like Billy Christian so fucking obsessed with the idea of gay sex? I mean they can’t all be self-loathing closet cases, can they?

Dick pics: any picture of any right wing pundit.

I have no idea because I’ve never heard of “gender reveal” parties.

I can’t imagine thinking that any of that was a good idea no matter how she executed the jump. That much fabric getting soaked with water; it’s amazing she didn’t make her new husband a widower the same day he became a husband.

Actually the vast majority of these “trash the dress” things, while incredibly stupid and offensively wasteful, happen after the wedding not after a divorce.

When I finally dumped my emotionally abusive ex-fiance the first thing that happened was I got my money back from him for some furniture we bought together, and the second was to get the damn dress to a consignment shop.