I had a friend like this. She would make weird little comments that weren’t quite insults (e.g. “you got a haircut! it’s... it’s like a mullet!” (was not a mullet in the least ok.)

Um, if your calves WERE the same size as your thighs, that seems to be the body type skinny jeans are made for, so your friend is objectively incorrect in multiple ways.

Picturing this right now and cackling evilly.

That bitch.

Sounds like a solid plan! You know her best, so you’ve just got to follow your instincts. Let us know how it goes!

Hmm. Troubling. Maybe just talk to her the next time you have a drink, before everyone’s three sheets, and just confess that you found what she said really hurtful. The way she reacts will probably dictate where you go from there.

Is this the first time she’s ever said anything like this? Is it possible she was just tipsy and thought she was being funny?

Your friend is a dick. Talk to her.

The way I see it, she gave them a fantastic present, and one that’s not on anyone’s registry. I mean, those two are going to have the BEST CRAZY WEDDING STORY.

It should be noted that this is not two women. One is a child.

So a week after I started this job, a guy who no longer worked at the publication I worked for died in a car accident. I never met him, and he was a copy editor so it wasn’t like I was familiar in any way with him through what he wrote.
But nevertheless, the EOC said everyone needed to go. So I went. And somehow the…

I am going to keep this one short and sweet.

Oh man I freaking love snakeskin ANYTHING. Even fake snake, do not care.

Oh sure Rob, blame it all on Kelis. Real mature.

So....who else thinks that Lea Michele and Cory Monteith’s relationship was fake-ish? Not that it really matters. He was very special.

I’ve known quite a few people for whom Gaelic was the first language they learned. Yes, they learned English - but Gaelic remained the language of their homes.

As my French teacher always said, if the accent marks are wrong, it’s spelled wrong.

That’s false advertising. They really gave us the shaft.

Livin’ La Vida NOPE-A

I hope that is a brand new bag on Anne’s head, because God knows I wouldn’t want the dirt, sparkles, crumbs, etc. that line my purse bottom falling into my hair. Ew.