THIS! People say this kind of shit to me all the time! Why do they think it’s okay?

I can never think of Crystal Pepsi without thinking of Crystal Gravy.

You and me both.

I did the same thing and watched it last night. It wasn’t at all what I was expecting, but I liked it. But I’d watch Melissa McCarthy clean her kitchen. She makes everything fun.

Aw, thanks!

I’m late, as usual. And I don’t know where my senior portrait is, but here is a completely obnoxious picture from my senior year of high school (1996-7). My friends and I were *those* teenagers- pretentious, artsy, overly confident in our intelligence and creativity. We would dress weird, hang out at coffee shops…

I would 100% believe it if someone told me that this was a photograph of a Laurel Canyon rock star from back in the day.

Satan, I love this SO MUCH! You look like the girls I wanted to be friends with in high school, but I always felt like I was too goofy to actually to try to talk to them. That hair is everything. Haha. Out of curiosity, what year is this?

Welcome to The Greys. I’ve been here a long time. It’s a lonely place and I don’t even want to imagine what psychological fuckery is behind my willingness to keep commenting knowing I won’t be heard. Here’s hoping that your demotion is short-lasting.

From a Tennessean:

Dad? Is that you? Because that is exactly something that he would have said. Haha.

In the late 90s, I took a road trip with my father (with whom I wasn’t close, but thought I’d give it a try) from East Tennessee to Wyoming. Believe me, after that, I KNOW dad music. Pink Floyd, The Eagles, Dire Straits, Chicago, more Eagles, Heart, Bob motherfucking Seger, Styx, even more Eagles...basically the…

HOLY BALLS! My dad fucking LOVED that song. He’s the only person in the world I’ve ever heard talk about it (until now) and he played that fucker over and over and over. He said that he first heard it on the school bus when he was a kid (I have young parents) and that it scared him, but he couldn’t get it out of his…

Maya Angelou lived in the same town where I went to college and it wasn’t terribly unusual for her to show up on campus for one function or another. I did my work study in the library and one day I arrived to work to find a group of flustered librarians trying their hardest to make her happy. Evidently, Ms. Angelou…

I just want you to know that this made me laugh. Hard. This story needs to be written into an episode of The Goldbergs or something. IT JUST NEEDS TO BE SHARED.

Nice. I went to Salem.

Agreed. I’m not a fan of the enterprise.

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so sick of The South snarking. It makes me sad.

Honey, you’re thinking of Knoxville. <3 Nashville is totally the Reese Witherspoon-type BS. But you can get some damn good biscuits there.

But, like everyone else has tried to tell you, the dress is NOT named after a plantation. I know you don’t like that because nothing is more fun than manufactured rage, but it’s named after a neighborhood. If you dig deep enough into the history of anything, you will find something offensive. This method is not…