Yeah. Also how fucked is it we’re going to hear way more about his redemption and recovery—his story—than we will about the challenges that victims of this kind of abuse experience.

This is the opposite extreme from the rail thin supermodels. Neither promotes a healthy body image, neither should be role models.

Starbucks has positively sensible naming conventions compared to a beer bar I worked in. Instead of listing the ounces, they named the four sizes pilsner, draught, tall boy, and hofbrau, which were 12, 18, 26, and 38 ounces respectively.The first of these is a type of beer, the middle two are serving styles that do…

My uncle was a limo driver in the 70’s-80’s and they didn’t have cells back then of course, so when he was late picking up a job at the airport, the person called my grandma’s house to see where he was, my uncle was living with her. She told they guy my uncle had left already and would be there shortly. Aparently the…

Bob Saget did standup at my College in 2008 on the heels of The Aristocrats. When I was standing in line for the bathroom, he cut in front of me, turned around, said, “Sorry, sugartits, gotta make a splash” and slammed the door in my face.

I’m unbearably jealous of women who can let their hair air dry.

I hope these people were invited...

And suddenly somebody’s chopping onions in here...

I was about 12 when I’d decided I was going to be a Paleontologist (I’m not, btw, but that’s not the point.)

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…

So my stepfather had just died, and my mother was alone in the house. Some really dodgy-looking Travellers (that we didn’t know) came to the door and said “Your husband hired us to clean your furniture, can you help us get it into our van?”

You are an awful human being. Stop trolling these posts. If you genuinely can’t understand that people have bad relationships with their mothers and that this weekend is especially hard for them, then you need to learn some basic fucking empathy. Go the fuck away.

You don’t know the full story of the choices this person had to make, so you should dial it back on the judgment.

Best breakup advice ever. :-)

you want to trade? 20 lbs each and we are golden aren’t we?

I screamed “Fuck you! I’m moving to France!”

My only serious college boyfriend and I were both huge stoners and our relationship mostly revolved around smoking out of his giant, beloved two-foot decorative purple bong named “The Mystery Machine,” having sex and playing Super Smash Bros. Melee. He was in the Army ROTC had to enter the service after college. Since…

Craziest thing I’ve done after a breakup? Gained 40 lbs, had sex once and a mental breakdown twice.

after getting dumped in high school, i came home in tears and announced that i was going to slash his tires. i dramatically asked my mom where the box cutter was and she gave me a big hug and said “no, sweetie. what you want is a hammer and a screw driver.”

LOL, I love Wikipedia sometimes: