Dear Assholish Customers Who Leave That Fake Money That Turns Out To Be Tracts Crap,

TipsForJesus: watch out for that Judas guy.

The act alone is marvelous, but the "Boom!" put a huge grin on my face. Fantastic!

I love tea AND cats. Apparently I'm insufferable. Sigh.

Never had chai? My Northern California Hippie self is clutching a hemp necklace.

I love your comment except for the cat-people shade. WE ARE LOVELY PEOPLE!

I could care less about the sexy sex pose, but those bikini tanlines are making me twitchy.

Can we file this one away with the Great Pubic Hair Debate? As in, let's stop talking about it. I know men don't understand my turquoise eyeliner, OK? I've known ever since that survey in Seventeen magazine nearly two decades ago that told me that guys don't "understand" purple nail polish. I'm wearing purple nail…

100% agree with you. "Not all men are like that" is true. The problem is, too many are and there is no way for women to know which are which.

So my takeaway from this thread is that my future children will be watching Grease, 16 Candles, Heathers, Clueless, AND Mean Girls. Also 10 Things I Hate About You for good measure.

Thems fightin words.

That is blasphemy.

The irony of recreating the comment that spoiled you while complaining that it spoiled you without mentioning a spoiler alert kills me.

Fuck you. My husband and I eat at places where we do indeed get bills for $20-25 for the two of us (sorry if you eat so much this isn't possible for you) and $3 on a $20 bill is insulting. This is how waitstaff make money - they aren't like my personal servers or something, they are doing their jobs and deserve to…

oh my god, what the fuck?

The Faygo tent is among Coachella's most popular. As is the drug bridge.

Fuckin' makeup! How does it work?

The article neglected to mention that Veet will show the hirsute community it cares by introducing the Fuzzy-Wuzzy Curly-Wurly Foundation for Sensitivity to Chicks Who Look Like Dudes or Whatever.

What makes me feel like a man: picking up really heavy things; getting paid what I'm worth; not having to worry about going out alone after dark.

My periods are so heavy that when I was using tampons and didn't flush them, I'd have to wrap them in three times the amount of toilet paper I normally use to not spot any blood.