It’s the same where I am. At one point I decided it wasn’t worth it anymore, so as a once-avid concert-goer, I just stopped altogether.

Seriously. That’s almost a point-for-point recitation of why I stopped going to gigs on a regular basis. Not to mention that annoying bit where a tall, sweaty idiot suddenly occupies the space immediately in front of you once the set starts.

I’m glad it’s ending before getting worn out, but I’m going to miss this.

This show got me sober so good

Sad that it took a cartoon to make me seek treatment for depression and substance abuse, but here we are. There were several dozen entirely too real moments in that show.

The smiles nice, he’s funny, and I’m a bit of a slut so yes. Plus I feel like he’d be really appreciative/enthusiastic about it.

How do you think you got to be a grandkid?

Presumably your grandmother.

An indelible figure of pop culture horror.

True fact: Pete actually has an average penis, but he does have a 9 inch tongue and breathes through his ears.

An animated show about a horse should not have been the catalyst for me re-examining my depression, co-dependent relationships and finally going to therapy, but it was.

Can’t wait. This show is just the best show.

Right. This isn’t even a breach of contract. It’s a provision within the contract for what happens if you go over the allotted miles. Go over on mileage, pay a per-mile fee of $X (usually $0.25). Damage to the vehicle is also not a breach of contract, because there’s a provision for what they’ll charge you if that…

You are absolutely correct. Why is everyone so snotty anytime there’s an “I fucked up; what’s the least painful way to fix this” question?

He’s not asking how the lease works. He’s asking if, given how the lease works, and given that he fucked up, what options are open to him going forward. That’s not an unreasonable thing to ask someone who has helped other people deal with similar issues.

Seriously. Why don’t the bags under your eyes look orange dipshit? 

I love skincare, but I think it’s time for more of us to admit that most of this shit is a matter of something even more out of our control than finances or diet: genetics. Fucking genetics.

Game of Thrones book readers are THE WORST. As early as season 1 and 2, there were nonstop murmurs about the Red Wedding which they insisted weren’t spoilers but were absolutely spoilers to anyone with half a brain. I was utterly gleeful when season 6 rolled around and they were just as in the dark as the rest of us. 

In 2011, I started watching Game of Thrones, and I’m on the fourth episode when I’m talking to someone about it, and they say, “You know Ned get his head chopped off, right?”

Wait, what? If the designer asked me, I would say “YES, crossbody strap it up! I need and want a crossbody strap.” First of all, the straps have never bothered my bosom (which is ample). Second, the other options suck. Do I carry the strap on my sloping shoulder and it constantly slides off and I have to grab the bag…