"Drunk chick with long hair who whips it around and hits you in the face with it over and over and over again" is my personal favorite. And by *favorite* I mean personal embodiment of hell.

I recently got cut in on a massive joint I saw some guys roll at a concert I was at in Europe and I felt SO COOL. I was convinced they were my new best friends but they were probably just too baked to realise I hadn't been with them from the beginning.

6. The Person Who Absolutely MUST Get To The Front Of The Crowd Despite Arriving Late

Is that the jaundice filter on Instagram?

I would get my period the second I put that on.

House of Leaves, $13.49, Amazon

This is a great gift for your friend who needs a laugh and a cry and to genuinely feel connected to another person in print form.

Was this book the most fun I've ever had reading a book, ever? Possibly. It's so, so good and so, so funny. Recommend to anyone!

Jewish lesbian penguins?

Everyone knows the only thing to wear when eating your night cheese is a slanket full of your own farts.

I love that Hot For Teacher includes 1+1. It is subtle, yet important

Not only would we not have "Dude, Where's My Car," but we also wouldn't have Jennifer Garner's great acceptance speech when she won the Golden Globe for Alias in 2002, when she thanks J. J. Abrams for taking a chance on casting her: "I know I was good in 'Dude, Where's My Car,' but seriously?"

Dude! = Hi there

I call everyone dude. Guys, ladies, children, adults, any ethnicity. It is the universal noun, and a perfect word.

Dude was my greyhound Gabe's nickname. I lost him in Feb 2012, and I miss him a lot. He was my 4th dog and my 3rd greyhound, and is my forever Dude. (And yes, I'm starring my own comment, because Dude.)

People: commenting on the cost of the belt or the look of the belt is really not important. Stop. It would be the same as if I got arrested after I bought a $300 video card at Fry's just because of my ethnicity. There are plenty of things that we can judge people for spending $300 on if we're dicks.

Right, so, my memories of the 1st-year seminar class he taught as part of a 4-class seminar package for extra-keen students like me:
-half our "discussion" of Chekhov centred on how attractive he was in a photo of him that Gilmour passed around to all the girls... The rest of it was basically just him getting us all…

I DON'T EVEN CARE IF THIS IS REAL.

Snuck out of parents house a week before my 15th birthday. 1988.
Walked to the party in the surfer-laden suburbs of Lake Forest (yep,
the OC baby!). Was wearing thin peach top with black bra underneath,
and short black 80s skirt that had those 3 ruffles tiered down it. Was
blonde. Was very blonde due to Sun-In. Was tan.…

Age: 18