I don't understand what this lady's chubby hand has to do with the discussion.

Ha! I do that as well. Except I do pervy comments instead of kitty emojis . . .

You can buy car horns at auto supply stores and they're actually easy to install. I'm an idiot about that kind of thing and I did it with a youtube video (my car came with an embarrassing little squeaky horn). I'm guessing if you went online you could easily find some crazy loud horn to hook up. If I still lived in…

And you know this . . . how?

Go out and meet some people, man. This alpha/beta stuff is indicative of someone who spends more time on the internet than real life . . .

When a man says, "Women don't like . . . " it's usually followed by something so absurdly untrue it's either sad or funny.

And completely unavailable in many parts of Detroit. They don't sell kale at 7-11 or the gas station.

I just watched that last night and it took me AT LEAST that long to realize it was him. Then I was sad b/c I have some weird aversion to Chris Evans (that probably stems from those horrible 2 hours I spent watching Captain America). But, yeah, damn, little beard, little dirt on the face, RAWR.

How many of them used their exceptional talents to magically leap to the top of the corporate ladder right out of school?

Plastic underwear makes me think "perma-yeast infection." Make that shit breathable and we'll be RICH (you have to share with money with me b/c I came up with the breathable part).

Ugh, any day that I wear shoes with buckle straps to work is a bad day b/c I have to have my shoes on ALL DAY.

Yours is the best idea so far, in my opinion. I always feel annoying when I have someone in the passenger seat because my purse is approximately the size of a toddler.

Wait . . . where does the plastic go?

I don't know why the text is so big, but seriously. Shit does not flake (it's tubes) and it comes off with JUST WATER. Not like immediately so you can cry or get rained on a a bit and it stays on. But after a few minutes in the shower it starts falling off in weird, satisfying chunks.

More of a leaflet, really.

If it makes you feel any better, I was an evil, horrendous bitch to my parents as a teenager. I hated them with a fiery passion. It completely passed by Thanksgiving of my freshman year of college!

I can't tell if you're being sarcastic . . . Do you think rich people built our roads and bridges? 'Cause that was actually the government.

Okay, here's the thing: you have no idea who kept an emergency savings account or other "defense against poverty." Are you familiar with the long-term unemployment crisis in this country? How long with your savings last you? Six months? Two years?

Thank you for giving me the phrase "sanctimonious twat waffle." I will cherish it and try to use it appropriately. Also, thank you for telling this sanctimonious twat waffle to fuck off.

How about you don't judge anyone when you don't have a fucking clue as to what they have done with their lives or how they ended up in the current situation. God it is so depressing to think there are judgmental, narrow-minded, know-it-all assholes like you walking around the earth.