I almost wish I hadn't read this. I wish I could just feel like this woman is weird for refusing blowjobs (but you do you, girl) and not have to think about what this stuff means in a greater context of my sexual gratification. :(

It's the gift that keeps on fucking giving. Get your shit together, America.

Ummm, the government should absolutely know who has guns. That doesn't seem like a radical idea to me, but I'm just a lefty feminist, what do I know?

Ok, maybe your intention wasn't to make an unnecessary comment on the fuckability of a sick woman, but go back and read it as though you don't know the person who wrote. It sure comes off like, "It sucks that people starve themselves literally to death but no fat chicks, amirite?"

But, but...what about his booooooner?

Me too! I don't like sauerkraut, rye bread, thousand island, or Swiss. Yet I enjoy a Reuben.

This is actually kind of more straightforward than current ads. It's got issues, but they used the words "hymen" and "vagina!"

I'm not surprised by this shit at this point, but it still 100% does not compute why people would think this a good idea. I mean, it wouldn't cross my mind to do it in the first place, but what's the thought process that leads from "thinking horrible shit" to "writing it down and signing my name to it." I'm baffled.

We have a garbage bowl. It's amazing.

FRAGGLE ROCK YAAAASSSSS! All my dreams are coming true.

That's true. Be better, everyone.

I think some people keep the litter box in there? They are wrong. Put the TP the right way, people!

I feel irrationally strongly about this. Unless you have a cat/toddler who thinks it's fun to unroll the paper, it's obviously supposed to go over!

I read the headline as being about Hayley Mills.

WHY OH WHY DO THEY CHANGE THE LAYOUT OF THE STORE? Seriously, that shit makes me batty. Once I was in the store and all I needed was some fucking cereal. I cannot find it. I swear it was in this aisle, but now it's not! I approach another confused looking woman and we go on the search for the new cereal aisle. WE.…

Nope, that's legit terrifying.

Yaasssss all the time. Nom nom nom.

I'm so glad this was your reply and not like, "Wow, what a crazy lady pretending you don't dedicate brain power to bacon BUT YOU DO!"

I like bacon. I do. But sausage is the superior breakfast meat. Boom.

My boyfriend is from Oklahoma. He's a delightful weirdo and thus never even considered a frat, but three generations of his family (grandfather, father, brother) have been in this very chapter of this very fraternity. Here's hoping no one tries to talk to me about it at his brother's wedding this summer... *shudder*