The idiotic American Sniper movie, which completely omitted how Chris Kyle was an insane conspiracy theorist, pathological liar, virulent racist, and whose unabashed love of killing disturbed even his fellow Navy SEALs.

An acquaintance of mine had an uncle who wrote a screenplay and produced an Eastwood film (I won’t name which one). According to the family lore, he had another film deal, and Eastwood cut him out of it completely. He sued and won, but Eastwood ensured he never got any more work. Their much longer account of the…

Thanks for confirming we made the right choice in getting a Poopsie for my 6-yo niece. It sounds like a perfect follow-up to last year’s hit present of the Don’t Step In It game. The description of digging out a heart-shaped butthole with a toothpick is EXACTLY the type of punishment I had in mind when my sister’s…

Don’t forget the scat fetishes. This toy is a fetish triple-threat.

that pooping unicorn looks like the mascot of the squatty potty.

People who have both adult baby fetishes and My Little Pony/furry fetishes, rejoice!

Last year we fell victim to the Fingerlings advertising but luckily I live in Maine and was able to grab two from the local Wal-mart without the insane lines or price gouging. And at $14.99 retail they were downright normal compared to $50 for an afflicted unicorn.

Looking back, what’s funny to me is that after the Big Rescue, the boys and girls would get married and have babies. Then I’d kind of look at my dolls and say, “Well, there’s nothing left for them to do now. Time to start another adventure!”

This confirmed my decision to not have my mom come and stay with me after back surgery (I’ll be out of work for about 2 weeks) - she loves this show. I’d rather have my disinterested teen take care of me. Then we can watch anime.

Omg...thank you for this context. As I make clear, I am watching the show for the first time and thus am an idiot in many Big Bang matters. The comment is not pro-flags (or strippers? I guess?) as Sheldon is questioning his love for the flags by contemplating if he should change the show title to “Fine With Flags.”  

“Ugh, football ruins everything.”

The more I keep thinking about the flag stripper joke, the more I wish I made whatever lucrative deal Chuck Lorre did with Satan.

I would murder him.

My husband got a cut on his finger that turned into toxic shock and the flesh-eating virus. Cut to 7 mos later when I got a message at my desk (I’m a public school teacher) that went like this:

I remember having dinner with a friend who was like “me too has gone too far, I mean, what if two people at work like each other? How are they supposed to be interact?? Is it even possible!!!?!?!” and I was like “well, you can ask them to hang out casually outside of work, maybe in a group. You can ask them out once…

Wonder if I can trick these chickenshit goons into buying an overly-complicated and completely unnecessary body camera/cloud storage subscription.

Oh gods, they really do think that most accusations are false or a misinterpretation, don’t they?

I get it. The bro-talk among the bros is all about banging that chick or her fuckability rating. Surely, they don’t wanna stop the bro-talk due to a thing called MeToo movement. The easier thing is just exclude the non-bros.

Fuck him very much. I’ve had the unfortunate distinction of having spent time around him, and he is truly a garbage person.  Shocking, I know.

The communists who run the British Parliament have on-site day care, but I assume we can’t tolerate such radical notions in this country.