I need that shirt.

We must become friends. I took my 7 year old niece shopping (I have three boys, so I had no baseline on what to expect), and she cried in the dressing room because she was “fat” and she didn’t want to wear anything that made her look fat. Of course, the fact that her mom dresses her like one of the Golden Girls…

Bless her heart.

Here’s the entire ruling... just fucking freaky.

Clickhole isn’t satire. It’s just a slightly more elaborate fart joke.

Are those the berries they ate in the Blue Lagoon?? Damn I’m old!!

They probably realized he had no history of violence and didn’t know what to do with that.

Whatever happened to umbilicability?

Does this glass of wine make my ass look big?

I would cry if these assholes read to me, too.

New Orleans is the perfect balm for the tortured soul. You can either walk the narrow back streets, listening to jazz spilling out over the uneven bricks, or you can spend the night at Pat O's, and have no recollection of the incredible time you had... although the second option might result in another frantic Plan B…