België is Belgium in Flemish.

I really dig how those beds double as sofas in that photo.

I remember taking SO MUCH PRIDE in my poster and fabric tapestry curation in college. (And for good reason: it’s very important not to feel like you live in a cinderblock prison.)

Dorm decorating has been going on FOREVER.

the first time I read this, i thought your mom said, “you will die all alone!” and I was like, that is the most Jewish Mother thing ever said to anybody in the history of time. and then i realized that she was just hysterical about you being alone, but still.

why do they need to sleep in a bed 10 feet off the floor?

I’m a little surprised to be feeling so much “Nope” over this.

yeah and then she acknowledges that those ‘hilarious’ sex acts are rape.

I should have probably said it’s a generational thing, to be fair. It seems like my generation(I’m 42) may have been the last to have to suffer through such brute force abuse of veggies at the hands of their parents(usually dear ole’ Mom) because that’s all they really knew. And as you stated, pretty much everything I…

I go all-oven method and wouldnt even consider Stouffer’s micro prep way.

Can we just talk about how disgusting the act of wearing scrubs in public is?

“one of the nice things about being 39 years old is knowing that I’m never going to a music festival ever again in my life.”

I feel like the microwaved stuffed garbage should be it own category. I’ve probably got a losing lifetime record against burritos.

Oh shit. The whisper-hug? No coming back from that. I don’t that can be one-upped, unless I go full psycho and kiss you on the mouth.

Then I have no choice but to go to the next level on the power move scale and pull you in for a one-armed hug while lowering the volume and pitch of my voice to continue the conversation in your ear.

What if I grip firmly, but also do that douchebag thing where I turn your hand over and cover it with my left hand?

I build it myself, out of hardwood that I sawed and sanded with the sides of my hands.

It’s because us burly Gen-X bastards grew up actually having to make the ‘wanking off’ motion in response to a played-out or averse situation, strengthening our forearms, whereas today’s wisp-children just dial up an emoticon.

A Millenial who bowls? It’s a hipster! Get him boys!

Donald Trump: The First Millennial