Okay, that’s kinda brilliant right there. Well played, Madam or maybe Sir.

You sound like a very kind person to have thought through (don’t those words look weird together?) a legitimate reason for that GFM. It’s true, artists have to hustle to support themselves: to find commissions, apply for grants and bursaries. It’s a job! But, believe me- this lady was enthusiastic, but not too…

Oh, you totally should go back and check on her, and then come right back here and update the rest of us. I just can’t get past the sense of entitlement of some people: it’s worse than “I want this, therefore I deserve it.” Now it’s “I deserve this, so why not get other people to pay for it?”

I’m sorry about their kid, but those people still sound like jerks. Did they get any pushback from donors on where the money went?

Isn’t it kind of against the law to leave babies alone??

WOW. I just.. wow. Nope. Nicer cars???

My eyes widened and my lips made one of those “oh no she di’n’t!” O’s when I read that. SHADE, honey. That’s how it’s done. #TeamBrittBritt

Not many people could really look good in peach.. latex?... but T.Ross pulls it off. Plus, everyone was talking about her possible nipple jewelry, so it’s totally a win.

Either worrying, or hoping.

Ah, c’est parfait! Merci. :-)

He’s being truthful, and that’s the bottom line. No need to make him the butt of jokes, right? He ‘fessed up (that is a terrific pun in French, wish it translated better).

People who run scams by pretending they have cancer are the FUCKING WORSE. Signed, someone who just got through actual cancer and somehow managed not to beg strangers for money.

Whether Brody said this himself or his PR team came up with it, I agree completely with the sentiment. One of my friends was living as a man when we first met, and he was kind of stiff and overbearing. When she transitioned to being a woman, she was much more comfortable with herself, more relaxed, more... free. A…

For my wedding, we followed the traditional rule: everybody who’s invited has their name on the invitation. One friend cheerfully wrote in her toddler daughter on the RSVP card, and I let it go because that kid was terrific. Otherwise, the miniature guests were baby, a newborn, and a toddler flowergirl who was kind of…

I was the first to comment, and wow, you’ve taken a roasting since then. But the fact is, you’re right- size does matter when it comes to painful sex. As a friend of mine once remarked, “a big dick is like a big car: you can’t park it just anywhere.”

Mentioning getting them off with your mouth, and including a link to a cunnilingus tutorial isn’t good enough without saying the word?

This is a really good comment (humblebragging possibly excepted) but I mostly wanted to tell you that your user name is very on point.

One of mine is a noobie,too- brb: running off to lean forward in front of a mirror and see how it hangs!

My own father legit abandoned us when he decided he actually didn’t want kids, kthx, after having three. The stepfathers who followed were no prizes either. Having said that, my siblings and I all kept the surname, which is a pretty cool one. And what do we do when Father’s Day hits Facebook? Nothing. We are silent.

Aw, too bad- that show looks like something I’d watch the hell out of.