EBT (Electronic Benefit Transfer) is welfare checks, basically, but on a debit card. Food stamps are also issued on debit cards, through SNAP (Supplemental Nutrition Assistant Program).

Hair game is tight, and I love her ties.

Less typing, more sucking my dick.

Suck my dick, butthole.

For those of us in California, here's all the winter coat you need:

I can't stop staring at this. I like her, too.

Both, probably. Fears about sexual predators. Not approving of other peoples' parenting styles. I don't know.

I only had one bad sleepover experience as a kid. I was probably 8. In the middle of the night when her parents were asleep, my friend thought I'd be interested to watch the Playboy channel with her. I remember her saying, "My dad watches this". I was grossed out and uncomfortable, so I ended up feigning a stomach…

You sound like my old-ass grandmother, saying that women with painted nails look like whores. Congratulations. It's time to get off the internet and take your Metamucil.

I like the attention to detail- specifically, the white back and arm hairs. This girl looks like my best friend's dad at the pool.

Yeah, every time, it's him going, "uh, let me get you something, don't get up."

Major crackdowns against practicing Christians in countries like Egypt.

Peeing afterward does nothing- I will leak semen out for hours afterward. It's gross.

I don't mind it, honestly. I usually come first, so I don't even really care what happens after. It's a hell of a lot easier and more pleasant to wipe my stomach off and go back to bed than to have a gushy vadge for hours and hours afterwards and sheets that need to be washed.

Serious truth here: when my boyfriend I first started dating, 10 years ago, I wasn't on the pill. So we used condoms...sometimes. The rest of the time (probably at least a 2 dozen) times, he pulled out. Then I got on the pill. No babies, not even a scare. I feel verrrry lucky, and shake my head at my stupid-ass…

In February, I am taking my first real, no-family-event-involved vacation, to Cabo San Lucas. I am STOKED. So stoked that I actually paid to fly first class, and I AM GOING TO ENJOY IT. There are no seats behind me to kick. Unlikely to be surrounded by children and talkers. Free drinks and an actual meal. Priority…

Not mad! I actually can't stop looking at the GIF.

At first glance, I thought this was one of those cheap plastic lawn chairs from back in the day. I kind of wish it was.

Beautimous.

Nah, I ain't having no babies.