Ranch dressing can't go bad.

I shared this before but my bf says when we get married he wants a ranch fountain like the ones they have for fondue :|

The concept of "Fettuccine Alfredo" alone is enough to make any Italian's brains explode. But noodles with sauce on the side?
Hello?
HELLOOOOOOOOHHHHHH?

I'm a member of an NPHC sorority so I'll give a brief history. The 9 fraternities and sororities that make up the NPHC were all founded during a time when Black students were unwelcome at traditional colleges & universities; while 3 of these orgs were founded at PWIs, their members were excluded from the social…

Except for that same girl assumed the black girls didn't make it because they "didn't have the grades" . . . based on what? The fact that they were black? GTFO.

We could just go with "white", it doesn't even matter what nationality he belongs to or where he's currently residing. Everytime I hear about absurd shit like this, it's always some white dude who's looking for "exotic", "submissive" foreign women who "know how to treat a man". Barf forever.

Sometimes working on a computer is the worst. Every day I'm reading terrible stories and I'm like "Ok, you really need to take a break from the internet if you want to maintain any hope for humanity." But then work gets slow and I wind up right back here on Jez because I'm WEAK. Seriously though, it's making me pretty…

and chad. though those are more broish than manly.

Hey! I am 62 and was doing crossfit until I was laid off and couldn't afford it any more. I can still push a lot of weight around and am fitter than some of the 30 year olds fiddling on the treadmills.

I 100% believe that a lot of people like this are making others bend to their odd, extreme demands because they get off on it. So even worse, not only are they assholes, they're assholes who manipulate people into participating in a little fantasy without their consent.

Heck, as everyone has said, that is actually pretty cheap. I used to work at Outback Steakhouse 5 or so years ago, and iirc, blue cheese was the most expensive item per pound in the kitchen [excluding the proprietor; he was a little man, so his $/lbs was pretty disproportionate]. I think #2 was bacon.

Forget the hands - squeeze it between your ass cheeks.

I have ended sexy dating times with people over their inability to make strong coffee. If I'm staying for breakfast, for the love of God, at least know how to properly brew a pot.

i have a weird thing about condiments touching my hands, so this is also NOT OKAY for me.

They could stop spending so much god damn money and time on drug charges...

Straight up!

That's me. That's me right. now.

Everyone wants to be black, aside from the burden of actually being black. Welcome to America, people.

That made my day. Going to bed now.