Well, yeah, that’s because before writing this article I went to your GameStop and broke all the disc drives.

Personally I can’t talk about a few of my exes. Because when you invoke the name of a demon they tend to materialize out of thin air.

RE that last picture:

That’s the face of a cat bride who just found out that the caterer fucked up and forgot to make both tuna and mouse for the buffet.

Great Danes are the best. That is all I have to say, so I’ll say it again. Great Danes are the best

my Great Dane witnessed my hotel room marriage ceremony, along with my best friend and my brother as the officiant.

It’s an article asking if Chris’s Pratt is hotter as a dadbod or as a hotbod. The general dude response seems to be “you could never ask this about women OMG the injustice” totally ignoring the fact that no one would even be ASKING if the dadbod-equivalent of a female celeb could ever be considered more appealing.

Nope, it’s just the opposite gender equivalent of “fat chicks totally give the best head, brah!”

I’ve dated some super hot guys—some briefly, one for a long time. All of them, invariably, have been entitled, subtly but deeply self-centered and, in some aspect, communicated this air of, “You’re not the best I could do.”

I have a real hate for that woman. My excuse is FUCK YOU.

Dad Bod expectations:

Yeah, I completely agree. People are having very strong reactions to this (which is kind of the point of art).

I think it is blood, just really old blood? Or something? It’s the stuff that smells the worst though, and your analogy is very apt because that’s seriously what it looks like.

Yeah— caveats for that weird shreddy brown stuff that’s not blood. xD Who the fuck invented that crap, anyway? You look into the bowl, and it looks like there’s somebody up inside your cooch who’s been eating beef jerky very very sloppily. I mean hell.