Yeah, good luck on that Beastie Boys.

I once had Grandpa Gilmore proposition me for a three-way with him and the owner of Delta Faucets at a classic car show in northern Michigan. And if you don't believe me, you can ask my mother.

Mmmf.

Thank you, Miley Cyrus. Now I hope thousands and thousands of young girls emulate you and call themselves feminists as well. That would be wonderful.

Turns out she just hated the pixie cut. It really messed with her sense of entitlement.

Alas, I fear you might be right.

Not being funny here; do you think changing the drinking age to 22 would be of more help, then?

Apparently I'm not the first person to come up with this.

There's another group of people who have enormous power to change the sexual entitlement culture of American college campuses; the NCAA. Adopt a policy where if an accredited team has one incidence of confirmed rape by a player, the team is put on a one-year suspension where they can't compete in any bowl games or…

Any level of defeatism that takes preventative education as futile because some people won't listen isn't worth taking into account when crafting policy. Your statement becomes nonsensical when there is no distinction between use and abuse, as our current puritanical laws posit. However, you and I both know there's a…

I'm not sure how. Yes, I get what you're saying about 18 year old high school seniors buying booze for their friends, but it's not like high school students are without booze vectors as it is. In fact, they have one that college students don't; the alcohol that their parents bring into the home. I think it's…

If we really want to get serious about preventing rape, we need to teach young men not to rape. Period. But if we want to get serious about preventing binge drinking, for its myriad deleterious effects along with its coincidence with campus rape, then the single best thing we can do is lower the drinking age to 18.

I THINK IT'S TIME WE BLOW THIS THING

I agree with Alistair, but only with the Isabela threesome achievement.

This list is pure fail without Spike Spiegel.

If it were me I would have hi-fived your friend on my way down the stairs next time I saw her and been like, "Yeah girl, I heard you got laid last night! Finally, am I right?!"

I know this isn't the point, but Jeebus Crispies are immediate newborns ever terrifying-looking.

To be honest I don't remember the incident all that well. I remember that she was wet; her hair was plastered to her face. The color of her skin was all off, and her skin looked like something you shouldn't touch. I don't know that I thought she looked dead, necessarily, but I knew she looked wrong. The most obvious…

I grew up in northeastern PA, which is notable for many things. One of them isn't, necessarily, Knoebel's Amusement Resorts. This is a tiny park in the middle of nowhere; if you've heard of it at all, you're either a local or a serious roller coaster buff, as it has a very old wooden coaster called the Phoenix.

Anal on first date.