Allahvun It

There's a difference between acceptance and tolerance.

"Vaginas don't need lube."

In all seriousness, what exactly is the point of your comment?

That's cool, because I have black friends so I'm totally not a racist.

You keep posting this multiple times per article, in multiple articles. You are SUPER invested in telling women that they are wrong about their own goddamn bodies.

I can't imagine why you would arbitrarily limit yourself by gender. Some of my favorite champions are 'women.' I really like Moakai too, but on account of him being a tree, I don't think he has a gender. And here's the latest lady to be put into League:

Hungarian are like Spaniards, French, and Italians. We eat absolutely every part from anything that moves, flies, or swims, leaving nothing to waste.

An open letter to my exes:

The perverts up by the stage would be, I suppose, venture fapitalists?

"seasoned clothing-optional gyration specialist." Nicely done Anna. I have a few ideas

Yeah, I'd love to see an article where a man stays in a relationship for 44 years and never has an orgasm durning sex. I'll start holding my breath now.

Can we fucking stop with this shit? All this talk. All these articles about how sex can be great, suuure, without orgasms. ONE LITTLE DETAIL in all these articles though - almost all the women who don't come with their man are usually getting themselves off alone. I don't know about anyone else, but when I MASTURBATE,…

Not pictured: Mulan the only Disney heroine to already have perfectly sensible battle armor, or Merida, happy to be badass without armor.

"Mine was not some demure, coquettish poot, but a nuclear apocalypse trumpet that heralded the arrival of the four horsemen." made me laugh REALLY hard. Not as hard as your fart, of course, but it was some pretty major laughter.

One time when my ex was going down on me, I farted. Understand that when I say "I farted," it's an understatement akin to describing the Arctic Circle as "a place where you should probably bring a jacket." Mine was not some demure, coquettish poot, but a nuclear apocalypse trumpet that heralded the arrival of the four…

Bob's Burgers for the win!

My sides have been defeated.

I was born into an upper middle class family with 2 parents that love each other, even to this day. I was raised to understand the difference between right and wrong, to treat others the way that I would like to be treated and that if I worked hard enough I could give myself a pretty great life.

Something like this, I imagine?