Yes, because Poutine is the problem drug flowing into the US from Canada...

“He’s expected to clarify whether he has any actual thoughts in his brain or merely a series of hate-filled squirrels chasing each other around a darkened golf course.”

• Put your phone to your ear and say, “I have to take this—it’s my mortician,” and walk away.

Leslie Jones is one of my favorite comedians (note: not ‘female comedian’), and all summer I’ve been horrified at how awful people are being to her. Goddammit. Be nice!

I have to disagree. When a parent (not the primary caregiver) purposefully emotionally manipulates their children to get back at their ex (among other failures of duty ie child support) and is not the parent that has to deal with the fall out, I 100% feel that that parent loses the right to access.

Exactly! She has a dick head friend. She didn’t say those horrible things. She didn’t hold a gun to his head and make him spew vitriol all over the internet.

Hilariously, I went to the most culty university for my undergrad in the Canadian Maritimes. We can always tell who went there because we wear matching accessories.

Ugh same. I checked out one school where girls were required to have a pearl necklace to wear to university events. I noped out of there so fast.

“Earlier this month, Drudge published a Reuters photograph which appears to show Clinton being helped up porch stairs by two aides.”

I thought the buyer of the Playboy mansion was incredibly gay from your title, and thought to myself, “Hmmm, that’s a nice twist!”

Same.

CAN WE SEE THE TAPE?! Or just a Jezebel recap. That would be fine. Nay. Better.

#1,000,968,572) Get hit in the face by a dirty diaper when your seat mate decides to change her #PreciousDemonSpawn. And have the diaper leak.

And heaven help us all if you book through a third party provider (Flight Hub) and they make a mistake on your reservation on the back end and then refuse to take any ownership of the issue.

Who are Sarah Bolger, Italia Ricci, and Caitriona Balfe?

I ‘ate better’ in the year preceding my wedding, which realistically meant I stopped eating ice cream for dinner every night about a month before the wedding.