HEY! I'm gonna creepily respond to another of your comments because THAT MILK ISSUE.

I wish I could star multiple times.

Once was at starbucks behind a man who went to up the counter and said, in the most condescending tone ever, I shit you not,

What's weird is they're the same species. Diversity is insane in cultivated plant species — I think kale is also the same species, they are just different varieties. So (no snark, just science geekery) she was actually completely right!

And punching the table and pulling your hair.

Goddamn it does he have brothers

We ARE a party.

Am I prejudiced for thinking white people just do not know what fake body/hair looks like? How on earth could that bumper be real?

Weirdly have only been felt up once in a decade. And was riding the train all over since age 12.

My ass may be shovel shaped, but it's also made of 100% real ass fat. I give not a fig about her plasticy ass; she's entitled to do what she wants with her body, and I'm entitled not to compare myself or even go near this cover.

Whoa I would think you Canadians would have similar problems with nasty fuckers trying to look up your skirts!

Hahah where are you from?

I'm just paranoid in general. Now people are getting into the drones and tiny camera on the train. Good thing I don't like skirts, but do like big panties. At least if someone's got a camera on their shoe they're just gonna get shots of polyester ass panties and unshorn first wave vag.

Cosmo is way too boring to have anything involving the anus in it, because Cosmo is stuck in 1983

Can we start at, "Who under 25 still reads physical magazines?"

I think I love you because that is pretty much what I would say. And I'm going to go home and tell my roommate that we can't even shit in peace.

If you go into a normal supermarket in Italy, the table wine in the carton is like a 30$ wine here.

Once, bored on a heritage trip my ancestral homeland of 'Fanculo, North Italy, my classmates and I decided that we needed a defense against the roving groups of middle aged men who wanted some American meat. We started speaking fake Italian — "bippty boop boop," with full intonation and everything.

Turgid, in my mind, is always associated with plant cells.

I try to only frequent establishments where those types of comments are encouraged.