I love J’adore. My mom and I both have it, so it reminds me of her when I wear it :) also, I haven’t gotten around to buying it yet, but L’eau d’Issey is one of the best smells I’ve ever smelled.

So, the original 4Loko (the kind involved in this story) was basically like a super-caffeinated, 13% alcohol, 24oz can of energy drink. After a brief period on the market, enough teens had blown all their limbs off/driven off bridges/etc. that Concerned Parents Everywhere lobbied to have the caffeine content reduced…

one time (only one time) in college, I drank a blue 4Loko and later took a bright, neon, probably-glow-in-the-dark turquoise pee. I’m picturing that but in poop form. horrifying!

SERIOUSLY. I got halfway through and all I could think was "is there an address where I can donate a box of condoms and a few months of birth control for True Believer Girlfriend?"

Hahaha, exactly. I think it’s equally douchey either way...

oh, totally agree.

just kidding, we're obviously crazy, hot-tempered nymphomaniac sluts.

ah, but what about... REDHEADS??

“lil ol ME? a RAPIST?! but I’ve been holed up in my dorm room studying quantum physics for 4 whole years now!!”

I just don't understand what the hair color contributes to the innocence image. Mine bleaches super blond in the sun, maybe the rapey-looking (read: accurate) picture was taken in the summer after lots of…

I'm still having a hard time believing this is the same person. I get the glasses, standard courtroom thing, but do brunettes look less culpable for sex crimes or something??

Once every 84 years, when the blue corn moon falls on the Sabbath, a rich white man is held legally responsible for his actions. I can’t wait to tell my grandkids about the time I saw it happen!

step 1: get hit by a car

I’m not even ABLE to read his site because his 400,000 SpOnSoReD CoNtEnT!!!!!!!! popups immediately crash my browser and then I get mad about it and refuse to try again. Trashy.

No jury with even one actual human being on it would convict you.

daaaaamn, rapists, back at it again with the super-ironic crying about your life being ruined!

I must have missed the part of the sentencing where the daughter gets to tape his eyes open, castrate him with a dull soup spoon, and feed all of the offending material to a tank full of piranhas?

So we’re the same age, and I’m one of those people whose number you’d hear and go “HOLY SHIT”. As such, I appreciate you trying to unpack the gut reaction, especially since logically you know that a high number doesn’t make a person good or bad or whatever!

This. I counted for a while, slept with a significant number of people, gave up near the end of college, and got my first and only STD years later from being cheated on in an allegedly-monogamous relationship.

The first time I brought my new dog over to my boyfriend’s apartment- about a week after I got her- he left for 5 minutes to go get a bottle of wine. I had to pee, and I left the door open so I could make sure she wasn’t eating my shoes/the remote/the entire couch, etc. Instead, she bounded over to the threshold of…

My name is maybe/ My sign is maybe
My number is maybe/ You need to let it go
My name is maybe/ My sign is maybe
My number is maybe/ You need to let it go
Mah to the ay to the be be be