You know, for a second I was thinking that she looked a lot like Kris (the mom, not the husband). Then I realized it's just because they probably have the same eyelash extensions. Anyone who has seen a picture of Kim at 17 knows that this face is all plastic.

Auf Wiedersehen, bitch.

I don't know, somehow even being a dangerous, shape-shifting robot could be attractive to the right guy. "Dudes! I totally banged a DECEPTACON last night! Awesome emirate?" Fist bump.

Haven't you heard? Mademoiselle is no longer PC.

As a proud Idaho native, I refute any claims that potatoes are unhealthy. This dude agrees:

Tina Fey! What fab choice you have in names! Get it girl.

Girls! To ward off pervs, STOP BEING GIRLS! Problem solved.

I'm sorry. Is that a girlfriend remote? It takes a lot to offend me but...mute? Off? Bad Girl? Can we not?

I can't walk into a target and leave without a new cardigan. It's some sort of law of physics. Even if I avoid the clothing area, somehow a cardigan will appear in my cart. So. Many. Cardigans.

As someone who was just recently dumped after a (yet another) multiple year relationship I say: I give up. Get me a cat now.

Yawn. And the PR team just high fived each other.

Eh, they may have an easier time, but it's not worth changing for. It may be harder to find someone who is brave enough to take on an intimidatingly smart woman, but when you do, it's so worth it. Besides, if you changed yourself to be more approachable to all, you'd probably get bored.

Fartgasms.

I kind of want to step on a chipotle burrito now. Squishing refried pinto beans between the toes seems so grossly enjoyable.

I once asked a platonic male friend of mine why I get frequently hit on while out, but don't really have a line of dudes trying to call me. He said (quote) "because you're hot and have a nice rack but you're really intimidatingly smart and sarcastic and that scares away anyone who isn't really confident. And it…

I enjoy that they refer to the night as a "drug fueled sex game gone wrong". Everyone knows people who smoke pot frequently murder others!

Same! It's such a cute word. Like pamplemousse. Related, I haaaate it when people call me ma'am, but swooned on my first date with BF when he said "Goodnight, Miss Penelope" to me.

Is that the case though? I mean maybe this is just me watching Ally McBeal as a kid, but I am petrified at the thought of donating eggs solely because I don't want some kid tracking me down a decade later.

I was raised by (very liberal, former peace corps volunteer) mormons. Went on BC for cramps when I was 15. Had the sex talk with my mom who said, "we'd like you to wait until you're married. But if something ever happens please know you can come talk to me right away and we'll take care of it".

I could never in my life say I'm glad someone is dead. Even George W. Sure, I wouldn't exactly be upset if he were to have a run in with a very angry/in heat alley cat. But never could I actually rejoice in someone's death. What is wrong with these little fuckfaces? They deserve all the guilt in the world.