Seriously. What the fuck is this shit?

Ranch? I hear you. Even as a dip. Gross.

Aye aye! I like you.

I came here to say this. But I think the author said we're okay we cheese? Even cow's milk cheese?

Ugh. Ignore typos. I usually do my commenting on my phone.

Yep, I just checked to make sure my giant box of condoms wasn't running low. We're good.

I am from the South. My relatives who grew up down there lovingly mock me.

Yes and yes — to all you have said.

Ditto, buddy. So much so.

Jesus tap-dancing Christ, dude.

God, when I think about the term "legitimate rape," my blood just boils.

The pun actually pissed me off a bit. Dressing in drag and transitioning are such wildly different things.

Glitter bomb.

No number of adorable cat Gifs can make me unread this.

Well, one of the guests didn't find it acceptable. He/she forwarded the email.

My dad (and his wife) just forwarded the NYT alert and told me to wear a hat and boots. Either they think I'm super good at adulting (I'm not), or they've given up on me.

Exactly.

But then wouldn't it be "jellies"? I don't understand kid-speak.

Heh. Heh. I giggled too much at this comment.

MANY IMPRESSED