That family is a bunch of shitheads.

Also it would be a good lesson to the children to return something to it's rightful owner if it was wrongfully taken from him/her/them

I wear underwear all the time too, but whenever my boyfriend asks, I'll tell him I'm not wearing any. That always makes him happy for some reason...

We are on the same page when it comes to drawers. I wear underwear under tights, leggings, tight dresses, running shorts, etc. I also will wake up in the middle of the night and put on underwear after doing sexy things. No bra? Fine. But I will put on underwear. Once at a party I got thrown into a pool and my pal gave…

I own mascara. And a couple of tubes of awful lipstick shades that I never use, but can't throw away. Anything other than mascara (and eyeliner if it's a fancy occasion) is utterly beyond me. I missed "how to be a girl" classes growing up. Hair also confounds me beyond a ponytail or a basic braid.

+1 for the addendum after the asterisk. That's hot.

This makes me so happy. I might just have to trek to that pizza place some time.

Pancake people always abusing a tragedy. It's too soon. A good guy with a waffle is the only thing to help a bad guy with a waffle.

Any time another of these "moral panic" stories gets published, I read it in the voice of this guy (and throw in a few extra weirdos for good measure):

If you enjoy Sandman, I highly recommend American Gods. That's one of my favorite contemporary books.

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Yah, I haven't been spending the past year obsessing over little details and making people listen to me prattle on about them, so I think I'm living up to my own standards so far. The wedding's theme is "Enchantment Under the Sea" and there will be a few aquatic touches... and a few Back to the Future touches.

As a Taco Bell enthusiast, I am pretty excited for this.

Haha oh man. I am trying so hard to plan my own wedding with barf-prevention in mind, but my mom's been crafting and I don't know how much control I really have over the aesthetic. I just didn't have the funds (or the groom's approval) to go with an H.R. Giger theme. Things may get cute.

Back in my day (the 90's) we didn't have any of these fancy social tweeter tinder box things. We had to find dates the old fashioned way which meant looking for the least scary person when the bar lights went on at 2 am. It was a crap shoot.

Oh double-barf, it's like witnessing the first stages of all the relationships that end in "I am so original for having mason jars and a photo booth at my mustache-themed wedding!"

Quimsy! Oh god, sorry, I'll show myself out. Bad marketing just makes my blood get all crazied-up.

Yeah, for when you gotta find that Manic Pixie Fuck Buddy. That's the dream: a one night stand who interrupts sex to say, "Let's dress up as pirates and go on a scavenger hunt!"

I have had fresh tomatoes. There are no such thing as decent tomatoes.