There were two eruptions on that fateful day, apparently.

Why is she Makenna big fuss about this?

That's a bummer to hear, but at least you tried and put yourself out there. This is easier said than done, but please don't beat yourself up over this.

Out of all the fetishes in the world, that seems like a pretty innocuous one to scrutinize.

James Franco does the most. Water is wet. Etc.

One could argue that he's very special.

Tumblr, Tindr, Grindr… it's bcoming a trribl pandmic.

Anything that requires less than a hand to grip, IMO.

There are lots of obnoxious facets about Grindr, but sanctimonious users are near the top of the list.

Speaking from personal experience, a micropenis is anything I can't grip with my whole hand (and I have smallish hands).

I will echo everyone else in regards to asking her to breakfast afterward, as that's pretty casual and low-pressure. And if it makes it easier for you, you could try framing it as, "hey I'm going to grab breakfast at such-and-such, do you wanna tag along?"

Michael Scarn realness.

I know we're talking about Guy Fieri here, but why in the hell would you ever call it Donkey Sauce?

I'm surprised they kept that blurb about Global Warming on the fake cover.

Did you even try, Internet?

I was obsessed as a kid, but lost interest as I grew older. It might have resonated with me more if JK Rowling had actually made direct reference to Dumbledore's sexuality in the books, as I was struggling with my own sexuality at the time and it could have been comforting to identify with a character like him. When…

This is about perfectly mirrors my relationship with Harry Potter. It was a HUGE deal to me when I was a kid and they were my favorite books at the time, but my interest tapered off as I grew older. I read the last few books as they were published but I took my time with finishing them while everyone else I knew…

Ha, I was trying to fight my way out of buildings.

8.99 inch nails, I assume.

I had actual nightmares of the Woodsman and Dark Cooper last night. Bravo, Mr. Lynch.