I don’t like my food to touch, which is pretty common. I eat the thing I like least first. If I have a plate with a tasty meat dish, fries, and side salad, I eat the salad first so I can then enjoy the good stuff. I sort my Skittles etc. and eat the worst ones (purple) first, then work my way up to best (red).

OMG, I wondered what those little loopy things were. Baby hairs? Good lord.

A Pringles can, duh.

That photo’s from 2007. That’s like two faces ago (at least). I don’t think she even can smile anymore.

You’re not alone. I love Payless. :(

Hell, God himself told jealous dudes to take their wives to the local priest, who would give them a special concoction and they’d miscarry. Numbers, 5:11-on. GOD TOLD MEN TO MAKE THEIR WIVES HAVE ABORTIONS.

Sometimes justice shows up in ways we did not imagine it would

I didn’t even realize that pizza dipped in ranch was a thing, until a few months ago when Facebook started targeting me with ads for American food (I’m an expat in Europe) and the main photo was pizza being dipped in ranch. Like, I don’t have a sophisticated palate, and I don’t come from a sophisticated part of the…

I read that her brother had access to her cloud ... and he’s a 45* fan.

On Monday, if the doctor declines to do any testing or anything, tell them fine, but you want that written down in your chart in front of you. As a fat woman, I follow a lot of fellow fat people online, and this method, apparently, often works in getting doctors to get their asses in gear and stop blaming the problem…

That is gorgeous!

Jesus christ, calm down. You reaaaaalllllllyyyy want me to be the asshole in this. So OK. I’m the asshole. Now please, go do something productive. Holy god.

I guess I should ignore Jezebel’s articles, then, and go straight to the full source for every fucking article they post before I’m allowed to comment? Not like I have a job or responsibilities or anything.

Several weeks? The “festival” lasted like, what, two days, before everyone realized it was a scam and GTFO? Now, if she was giving good fancy meals to the ripoff artists as one commenter noted, then yeah, I can see that, and I’m sorry that she got screwed too. But it wasn’t specified, and contrary to another…

Not just dads. I started doing dishes after dinner when I was, I dunno, like 10 or something. HATED IT. (Still hate it.) Mom finally made my younger brother do it when he was 12 or so. And he was *so bad* at it! So he never had to do them again. Guess who did? I am 100% sure he did a shitty job on purpose.

Ah, OK, thank you.

I haven’t watched the documentary, nor do I plan to, but is this the woman responsible for the lavish meal we’ve all seen photos of? $50,000? Really?

OMG, I’m laughing so hard! Hahahaha!

A friend of mine gave me some blueberry-scented body lotion. Every time I use it, I barely refrain from tasting it. I’m 48.

Hahaha! OMG, glad you didn’t get drunk or sick or anything. Similar thing for me, but 15 years older. I went to a football school, and once my dad came up to go to a game — sat in the student section with my friends and me. No alcohol was allowed (my roommate and I found that out early on, as we nearly sobbed over…