Hahaha please don't give Jen Selter that much credit.

That — or the post is very real and the pic is very old and the beer belly has made a triumphant reappearance.

Inland CA Bro:
Uniform: Seven jeans, Affliction shirts. It's still 2005 in Fresno and Bakersfield.
Job: MMA gym, auto parts store, pot and sometimes coke dealer
Drink of choice: Red Bull vodka. Coors Light.
Secret shame: Actually likes smoking pot with his mom
Hobbies: going to/watching MMA fights, wakeboarding,…

I refuse to watch shows with laugh tracks. They're relics of a bygone era. I mean, I love me some Golden Girls and Seinfeld, but I'm not tuning in week in and week out to watch several shows with laugh tracks in them. Also, I'm officially spoiled by HBO and Showtime. The lack of nuance in character development and…

Word. Honestly, she sounds like me when I'm trying to justify not doing something I don't want to do, but know I have to. I'm very non confrontational but have a face to face people oriented job. 9 times out of 10 I suck it up and deal like a fucking adult. But I have a few clients that are just brick walls. The…

Nice to know no one at that magazine progressed beyond a 7th grade maturity level.

Can't wait to hear how they also vetoed welfare for single mothers, pre-natal care, food stamps and comprehensive sex education.

Yeah, but gun nuts demand prime airspace to talk about second amendment rights immediately after school shootings. That's pretty bitchy.

A mellow pot and Champagne crossfade is one of my favorite manufactured feelings in the world.

Fingers crossed for ya! I can't imagine mine will, but never say never.

I'm a wine rep and I feel really bad for the people who are going to have to hawk this stuff in the market. It's too expensive for the corner liquor store, and no self respecting restaurant will take it seriously. It'll probably have impossibly high goals too so the reps will have no choice but to show it anywhere and…

It's not a lie, the thought of having kids makes me:

I'm with you on some level. I don't like how the paps are all, "don't hate the player; hate the game," about it and I don't buy the premise that the public has this insatiable need for candid paparazzi photos. I think once celebrities began really hawking swag for companies, paps began being part of the routine (i.e.…

" I was raped by a “rock star” when I was 16 years old and he was in his 20s. My husband suggests I may feel some empowerment by outing my rapist."

Reaction when she blames an extreme undiagnosed and untreated mental illness for her love of all things related to lying anonymously on the Internet:

Instead of the strainer, I cracked my egg directly onto the slotted spoon over a bowl. Gave it a little shake, and gently slid it into the water. Stirred it around for 3-4 mins and I had a perfect poached egg that went on top of sourdough toast and avocado. Yummm....

I do love me some spam fried rice a few times a year. I add pineapple to it and it's yummmm. The lady at the grocery store always gives me a weird look when I buy it. But I can't deal with the embarrassment of actually KEEPING it in the house! Jeez!

I wish being a liar was an actual illness. Medicate that shit.