Thank god it’s Saturday! I kept waiting last night for the posting of Saturday Night Social until I realized ... Yeah.

This graphic is everything:

Totally disagree. My husband’s dad, who unfortunately died before I met my husband, used to make his signature sausage stuffing for Thanksgiving. Now other members of the family carry on the the tradition, and that stuff(ing) is the bomb. We always end up with a bowl to take home and I let my husband eat most of it…

Word. I had a booty call in my 20s who was not well-endowed, but, as you say, daaaamn. I would take his call after he got off work at midnight, you bet. *fans herself at the graphic memories*

I have size 11 feet, which seem appropriate to hold up my 5’9” body. But my dad always called them”gunboats.” Am self-conscious about them to this day.

Aww! Your Naked on the Run palette! :( We must get the MF who did this. And I say that not at all sarcastically. That palette is the shiznit.

Agree. EcoTools FTW.

Did anyone else immediately think of Ani DiFranco?

My thoughts exactly.

A friend of mine experienced something similar with her minister, who after discovering the misunderstanding chastised her for being into that terrible “Dead Lizard.”

Dayum Cassie. Now my 5-year-old wants to know why I'm LOL. I got nothing.

I was time traveling on Jezebel and just found this gem. Thank you. :)

*can’t wait for the opportunity to use “Jesus F. Popcorn” in a conversation*

That. Is. Amazeballs. The cat looks like he doesn’t know what exactly the fuck he’s been dragged into, but he's pretty sure it ain't good.

The come hither look, the backlit hair, the bangs ... Bringing the sexy in 1989, people!

I know you are making a larger point, but I just have to thank you for offering the best description of the Duggars I’ve ever read: “White couple who treats the vagina like a pez dispenser.” Spot. On.

I was waiting in the Denver airport to fly home, bored out of my skull ... Until this exchange came along. I ❤️ all of you.

Fuck yeah the Traveling Wilburys.

Right? I immediately thought, “Oh Gabourey ... You really get me. You really do.”

Mmm ... Poutine ...