Potayto-potahto. Just as the 80s were the 50s with legwarmers, the 90s were the 70s with MDMA.

Motherfuckers.

That’s super shitty, how easy would it be for them to drop Men’s from that category name? Someone made a decision to purposely exclude women from the program, and though I’m not a medical professional, I can’t see a single reason that women couldn’t benefit as well.

They’re “swimsuits” insofar as they’re garments (kind of) and you could go swimming in them. But if those are the criteria for inclusion in the swimsuit edition of SI, I’d love to see the magazine go all in: give us Kate Upton in a 3-piece suit wearing flippers, or Navy SEALs in government-issued wetsuits.

I love Anne Shirley as much as the next woman raised on the series but can I get one decent adaptation of Emily of New Moon? Please? Come on, Canada, hook me up.

He’s so full of shit. I hate this “back in my day” no one was fucking bullshit. It’s 100% not true. Teenagers have always had sex, and rape has always existed. He’s of the Bill O’Reilly ilk of old men who fantasize about a time when a loaf of bread cost a quarter and women kept their damn mouths shut. I can’t wait for…

Your fear-mongering will not shame me into admitting that actions have consequences.

To be clear, I’m not blaming her family. I can’t imagine how upset they must be, but I’ve known too many people who’ve been seriously injured on those things. They’re just not worth whatever fun you might have on them.

OMG, this sounds awful. You get sympathy! I don’t even know what to say, except, ARE THEY HAVING AN AFFAIR? DO THEY WANT TO?

I use the scent-free and fragrance-free Dawn as a spot treater for laundry. It works better than laundry products like Shout, and doesn’t have their cloying perfumes either.

I don’t know about anyone else, but ever since Trump was officially inaugurated, I just have this simmering feeling of both anger and fear in the background of my mind.

I had zero expectations going in for that movie and I was completely delighted

I randomly put it on one afternoon as background noise while I did laundry. I hadn’t heard much about it and figured it must have only been so-so. 

Stop it, you guys. My boyfriend George Glass was killed in the Bowling Green massacre. Have some sympathy for my tragedy.

Let us all pause to remember the brave Americans who were not killed in the massacre that did not happen in Bowling Green on that fateful day when the terrorists did not attack.

Okay, there’s obviously a lot going on here and it will all be discussed, but this really stuck out to me: “And Mark will never bet against Trump again.”

ohh yeah but Obama has always been so respectful and went to church so many times and people still called him a “secret Muslim.” Black people just can’t fuckin win no matter what they do. Fuck Trump and fuck all of the Trumpers.

Mattress, or GTFO.

I went to PP the other day for my annual check-up and there was a guy in the waiting room, waiting to be seen. And he was really really hot.