She’s got something in common with her sunglasses, then.

She looks like she’s about to call 911 because she saw a Black man jogging

Kinda sick of people winning for what amounts to great impressions, tbh.

Uhhh it sounds to me like Catherine realized what a nightmare her family was and peaced the fuck out a long time ago. #TeamCatherine.

What were you going to Amsterdam for?

It’s about Art!

His favorite position is holding hands.

Same age group, and I agree; analog dating was so much easier. Texting and social networking create a drug-like effect. The highs are higher, and the lows are lower. My 20-something niece and nephew are struggling, and I hate to see it.

Back in the olden days before cell phones and interwebs you could go out with someone, even more than once, and because things were slower, communication less instant and constant, getting ghosted was less painful. Answering machines were wonky, roommates flaky with messages, numbers juxtaposed, rejection was just…

There is literally zero chance he does anything other than sign with the Pats, rest until the afc championship game and proceed to go batshit and sack Ben six times

I am relieved to know that these women wanted their words heard and were able to have a voice.

I graduated from a “good” law school, have practiced for over a decade, and have taken and passed two bar exams (one of them five months ago!). I have nary a clue what either of those things are.

#whitemenfailingupwards

Rothkopf sounds like a drunken 90 year old Mary Poppins who had a Xanax chaser. I mean that in the best possible way.

On this angle, I’m going to go waaaaaay out on a limb and guess that the FBI attorney Lisa Page will be the one who gets burned as a witch and gets 99% of the blame from Trump and FoxNews. Just watch.

Going out on a limb here but I’m guessing that the countless old white men investigating Clinton for Benghazi weren’t saying nice things about her behind her back.

True story. I live in NYC. It snowed last weekend. The kid played in the snow and we all had fun and afterwards I said, I’m gonna make some hot chocolate!

The rum won’t even be hot by the time the box gets to your house! LIES!!!

*Mother starts to open gift*
Mother: “What the hell is this?”
Me: “It’s Smeg, ma!”