There's a serious misconnect with people who read The Game and don't recognize it as the modern Notes from Underground that it is. For example, there's a bit in that book where the author is trying to seduce two girls in a hotel room. He calls his friend who tells him to try to start a threesome by inviting them to…

It was good for like 2 seasons and then became terrible.

"Misogynistic cesspool"... you'll note that the user in question just said that it was fucked up because a kid was going to come home to find his mom dead. Not for her because she was tortured and murdered. But for the boy because will find her dead. Maybe the commenter in question just didn't include the rest but…

I always do, but I think it's mainly for fine dining, isn't it? The servers at casual restaurants don't seem to notice one way or the other.

In his dotage, my father started feeling free to comment on the women in his life who were fat or getting fat. I ignored him or groaned at him or cried in private for a while. Finally, I was driving his almost-blind ass somewhere when he mentioned that the broken seatbelt in his car wouldn't work "because you're too…

Um, actually it's not about his penis. It's about ethics in journalism.

"My penis was just concerned for her health!"

"I better hurry and tell all the ladies in the world what my penis thinks of them, so they can base their self-worth around it! You're welcome, ladies."

I hate to white knight Madge, but, having been through a similar situation, sometimes you just have to stop trying to fix someone's life. That doesn't mean you stop caring.

It was actually the middle of August and not a walk of shame BUT...

Oh god

I've had complete strangers point out to friends that I look like Velma from Scooby Doo. So I empathise.

I saw a drunk dude wearing a striped poncho and a tacky sombrero + a gunslinger type belt that held plastic shotglasses trying to hail a taxi.

He dropped/stepped on his hat, stooped to retrieve it and haphazardly placed the crushed sombrero back on his head, then he removed the last empty shotglass from his belt and…

Not exactly a walk of shame, but...

I didn't see this one, but rather I lived it. My costume was "Roller Girl", complete with old school skating rink roller skates. There was a "gentleman" whose attention I had commanded—he didn't live in the city that I did, so I accompanied him to his hotel. After a few hours of sleep, I decided it was time to make my…

What about cutest, funniest kids...

This one time I was a grown ass man and I wore a Halloween costume for something other than the amusement of children.

"Well, he screamed something explicit at me on the sidewalk and I was so touched and turned on that I doubled back to talk to him and now we're a couple" said no woman ever in the history of human beings.

Well Ben Stein did say if we aren't doing things for a man's attention we shouldn't exist. Which idiot should my lady brain listen too?

Plus the way some of them say it implies that they are planning on strangling you with your underpants.