Right. Maybe if you run like 6 triathlons a year or something or qualify for the Boston Marathon every single year, you can call yourself an athlete. The rest of us are just exercising.

It’s amusing to me that avo on toast is “trendy” right now. Hasn’t everyone been eating it forever? Why is it suddenly “in"?

sounds good—is it vegan?

I like mine on a tortilla. With sour cream and some sort of spiced meat and some grated cheese and a pile of cilantro. Maybe some refried beans if I’m feeling crazy.

I agree completely! But let me tell you about my recipe for boiled water.

Woman writes hit song. Declines to take credit for it until conspiracy theories/obvious logic leads fans/tabloids to the story. Confirms it in one very straightforward sentence because she feels no obligation to protect the fiction she and her ex-boyfriend spun about it. Deserves credit. Did write song.

I tell my sons and my daughter that no means no and that they must respect other people. At their age, that means that if their sibling says ‘get out of my room!’ then they must leave. It means that if they’re tickling their sibling and that sibling says ‘stop’ then they must stop. I think that teaching my kids to be…

To approach her was to approach a church as a reformed Catholic might: knowing the possibility of dazzlement and revelation but arriving within to find a perfect collapse of one’s hopes in the face of the dusty reality of a room full of chairs. What promised the beauty of defined features was on closer regard just…

“She leaned over me, her divine hair blazing in the sun—I don’t know what she was wearing—and she cooed, ‘stick your prick in me.’ Her celestial body descended, like a pilgrim, on my throbbing pecker. I failed to satisfy her lusty heaving body. Humiliation scourged me, her impossibly large eyes resentful. I regretted…

I’ve seen Ratajkowski make a few statements about how she is changing Feminism by shaving and wearing make-up

Every time my husband sees one of these floating down the road, he yells “Look, it’s the star of American Beauty!” To him, this joke never gets old.

I’m sticking with “Tiddles.”

My tiny, Catholic, 80something year old Nana from Derry (NI) is even like, “If you’re gonna fuck, use birth control, girl.”

Uganda is like Germany, but with more adverbs.

I’m Perd Hapley, and the thing you are about to read, is an article.

First draft:

This is one of my ‘euro’ university’s campuses. The other one is more modern and based 4 miles away in the city centre. We had lecture halls. And sports halls. And sports teams to go in them!

yes, perpetual war and paying out civil suits is a better use of our war chest

you don’t know what you’re talking about. europe’s been doing that for a while with relatively few problems.

Sugar and flour are the devil. Avoid refined whites. Kind of a good rule in general, actually.