Even if this is true, and I sort of think it is—at least the part about buying things, my wedding was still the best day of my life. I cannot explain how meaningful it was to have so many people who loved and cared about my husband and I in the same room dancing to Madonna. I had so much fun, and it was completely…

Yeah, I actually think there’s probably a pretty decent friendship underneath what sounds like a long-abandoned wreck of a romantic relationship. They care about all the same things, and it sounds like they can arrange their lives so they see each other no more frequently than good buddies. They wouldn’t be the first…

So he’s this guy? Got it.

I believe I would be the one murmurring “Welcome aboard” to Mr. Stamos.

I have brown hair on my head, black hair on my legs, and blonde hair on my armpits. I don’t get it.

I feel like if this is your definition of “trying too hard”, your definition of “not trying too hard” must border on comatose.

Gingers are real. Wall-eyed tomatoes like Sheeran are mythical, though.

Lime Fiasco is a cool band name.

I was thinking more along the lines of “ginger blobfish”

I think I can speak for Yoko by saying:

psst, Anyah... Mojito.

“What’s the deal with Uber?”

I just walked into my bedroom, snuggled up next to my boyfriend and whispered:

Don’t worry Duggars, it’s all part of “gods will”.

“They are still stunned that this is how it has all gone down,”

Why did someone write all over her with a sharpie? Did she pass out at a party?

I feel like I really missed out in life, never having had sex with someone whose back doubled as reading material.