I was going to start my own reply with the same phrase, so if it’s cool I will leave it your thread;

trust me everyone could smell it.

grandma is a bitch and i hope she died soon thereafter.

I am a bit phobic about air travel. I’m the spazzy person who white knuckles the arm rest and goes into meditative breathing anytime the captain mentions it’s time to buckle up because we have some turbulence ahead. But twice now I have been seated next to the only person on the plane who was more afraid to fly than I…

*never stops laughing*

My boob.

A few years ago, I was in the middle seat on a crowded flight. This massive dude ambles down the aisle and plops next to me. Bad start. The second we’re in the air, he reaches into his briefcase and brings out this incredibly worn manila folder. It has so many overlapping stains (coffee? alcohol? organic matter?) you…

JFC PEOPLE HAVE TO EAT OFF OF THAT TRAY WTF LADY

The Worst Thing You’ve Ever Seen on an Airplane...

Look, I was going through a bad break-up, OK?

I mean I can’t think about this story without laughing but I imagine others on the plane thought it was awful.

There was this adorable little pigtailed girl who was I feel like around 4 years old...? The plane takes off, and like she looks really nervous all of the sudden and her parents are comforting her and telling…

The guy in the row behind had a huge coughing fit. Flight’s over, walking down the jetway, my nephew looks over at my sister and says, “Ooo, what’s in your hair?”

Since Colin is so interested in facts: In 2014, there were 83 Dominican born players on the opening day 25-man rosters of baseball’s 30 teams. That’s 9%. American born players made up just under 74%.

When reached for comment, Floyd dodged, then weaved, then danced around for about forty minutes, then kinda batted the question away, smiled a lot, and received the award anyway for some fucking reason.

Literally what

I give you props for this. Nay — Jello Pudding Props.

Cosby immediately given honorary degree by Florida State

Cookies are joy. I’m trying to figure out why y’all keep murdering joy before it gets a chance to grow up.

Oh my god! I may be allergic to red! I am one of those people I hate!