The best part of that is "the customers who viewed this also viewed" listings.

Does it mention how many tubes of lube she needed? Cause I'm assuming she needed a metric FUCK TON.

What a relevant username.

I just want to say before the comments get full of people doubting Shia LaBeouf that anyone who continues to claim he wasn't raped is a rape apologist, a victim blamer, and an asshole.

So, let me get this straight: Missori cops want to punish black men for putting their hands up and saying "Don't shoot." Hrm.

you know what I find offensive? 18 year olds getting shot and prosecutors intentionally throwing the case

My eyes...they can't adjust quickly enough to the brightness....

My feelings are as follows:

I think your dad ruined it, though...

Where is the guy with the story about getting hammered and throwing ham at his racist grandma?

I think tomorrow's "thanksgiving" with the in-laws will be my worst.

The pitbull owner has no intention of paying for your dogs medical bills. Make the complaint to animal control and make a claim on his homeowners insurance. If he doesn't have any, take him to small claims court. When you win you can put a lean on his property.

This isn't a horror story as much as it's a story about family craziness. My dad's family is kind of big. He's one of 6 kids, 5 boys. All of my uncles and my dad...well, they're whores. Like...seriously. They are a group of good-looking black men with former military service, good jobs and cool personalities and that…

Today I tried to take my dog for a walk before heading over to a friends. It is a lovely Indian summer day here. It started off quite pleasant. Until the attacking pit bull. Came out from around a hedge and bam! Had my border collie by the neck. Several adults and a kid are in the yard and one man…

This year is the very worst. I have been run out of Ferguson because my house is right next to the fires. I am crashing on an air mattress three hours away with my two dogs at my mother's house, a woman I try to limit my encounters with to twice a year at best for various reasons. Some highlights from yours truly, the…

One Thanksgiving, my teeth were just starting to come in. I was miserable and crying. My material grandmother, a lovely and tiny woman from Ireland, decided the best thing for me was to rub whiskey on my gums. Unfortunately, she didn't realize my paternal grandfather, an ex-Navy Italian from Queens, was doing the same…

YES! Best way to end this night.

Our Thanksgivings were usually rough, due to lingering resentments, lack of communication, and massive jealousies between the various members of my mother's family. The worst one was probably my grandfather's last, before he died.

I'm drinking red wine and eating soy chorizo tacos (my thanksgiving salmon didn't defrost properly) while marathoning Harry Potter (I'm on 4!) and watching videos of Beyoncé dancing on YouTube alone in my apartment. So basically this is the best Thanksgiving ever?

my fiancé drunkingly announced to everyone that we are getting married. Supposed to be a surprise. A Christmas surprise.