It’s true. The Club 16 I go to regularly has people yelling conversations across the floor at each other (“WOW, HELEN! THAT’S SO GREAT BOB CAN GO GOLFING AGAIN, YOU HAVE YOUR LIFE BACK NOW!”) and people yapping on their cellphones (loudly) while taking up a treadmill as a coat and bag holder, people who cannot ever…

White cheddar mac and cheese with a tin of tuna in it, eaten directly from the pot while watching STNG reruns on Netflix.

I also hate this cutesy, clichéd, rubbish. These are the sorts of things that, when I receive them as gifts, I donate away.

I guess that’s not very grateful of me, and it’s the thought that counts, but really - how much thought does anyone who buys this crap for other people really put in to the purchase? “Mimble…

Oh sweet jesus...I thought, “She played in a frothy mud puddle and oh my god that is actual shit covering her legs and not mud at all she looks like she’s wearing Uggs made of poo and holy hell someone get that poor mom a hose and a bunch of booze asap....”

I dunno, seeing you ripping off a teddy bear head might be a nice distraction in that terrible moment... ;-)

I suppose it’s a little odd to buy a doll a seat on the plane, but I can’t find anything creepy about it. If he did it to avoid other humans, I can’t blame him. Air travel sucks at the best of times. And if he brought the doll along as a companion to feel less lonely, or to feel safe because he’s afraid of flying in…

:D This is the COTD. Fantastic work.

Yeah, I probably taste like dorito-flavoured coffee. Not good.

All the stars for you! :D

That is bizarre. I only ever once locked my stuff in my room, and that was after a heads up from the university housing office to lock up anything we valued and GTFO while they kicked one of my crazy roomies off campus.

Yup! And I still have a whole bag of WTF!? stories here with her name on it. She was so awful.

WTH? Why? Did she ever explain?

I lived with a nightmare girl named Joanne...and I don’t even know where to start:

1. Makeouts to Rage Against the Machine at all hours with b/f. She refused to actually fuck him, but they did everything else. Loudly. Esp. during the 24 hour quiet periods for exams. Yes, you really can hear someone being finger-banged…

That is a great idea: lots of beers and then popcorn and tipsy giggling at the total lack of chemistry on screen.

OMG, all my hoodies do this too! I just tell people that I am very lumpy because my insides are made of badly cooked porridge and that I am quite sensitive about it.

I wish I had your boobs!

Yes! I am a size 10 and wear a 38-b bra, and I cannot find a button down shirt that doesn’t gap open at the tits and give everyone at peek-a-boo glimpse of the girls. I’ve just stopped buying button down anything and wear jeans and t-shirts now because...fuck it, I’m tired of wasting my money on shit that doesn’t fit…

Moist Couture - combining “fashion” with a gross word that will absolutely not make you think about yeast infections.

I would also like to never see “bae” again. Awful.

I think I’ll hang on to my iPhone 6 and see what next year brings. I am not a fan of being forced to carry extra crap with me to use the headphones I want, and not being able to charge my phone while listening to music.