I always wonder what this shit does to his wife. He seems to have a good guy/family man image going on that suggests he’d never cheat on her — and obviously it’d be on him if he ever did — but even if she trusted him 100%, these thirsty ratchet hags are ALWAYS THERE. Willing to do whatever to sleep with her husband…

I know. She’s the only girl in the picture who doesn’t look like an ass.

I like how she’s the only girl who doesn’t look like a pretentious ass. Like seriously, look at her.

I think it just comes off as extremely hipster and douchey. But yeah, I liked hearing that she opened herself up to new kinds of music and allowed it to help her grow creatively.

ME TOO. But I liked how she continued to admit that she opened herself up to new kinds of music. It’s tough to overcome stubbornness like that sometimes. Sounds like it worked out well for her.

I can understand the whole “this movie doesn’t need a reboot” argument. It doesn’t. It’s a classic and the humor is timeless.

I SO wish the first trailer hadn’t been bad, though. The second one looked more promising, so that’s a good sign. Either way, I will still see it and be excited about it too.

Yep. It’s almost as if the “childhood” detractors aren’t that bright.

I’m not sure what she expects to gain from this. If the jury believes her, she still killed a person so what is the end goal? A few years knocked off 25 to life?

I really didn’t care for her in my teen years. I thought she was a thinly-veiled porn star hiding behind crappy music. But then her whole meltdown happened and I started to sympathize with her. She’s been packaged and repackaged her whole life. Then a Jez writer wrote about going to one of her concerts post-meltdown…

My dog has eaten two cans of cake frosting in two weeks. Each one in one sitting. I’d be mad, but I’m just impressed. Both cans were licked clean. LICKED CLEAN. It takes me at least a week to finish off a whole can of frosting. She’s my hero.

Stinson Beach would’ve been way preferable to that janky San Jose park with all the death traps.

We had voicemail, but I knew how to hack into it and erase unwanted messages from the dean. It’s the one thing I for sure learned and retained in high school.

I hate rollercoasters too. My friends and I went to Great America and I was always the one who would ditch the group to eat a pretzel while they “had fun” on the deathtraps.

ME TOO. I was just thinking how even though I was born in 83, I was really a nineties kid. Listening to Better Than Ezra made me realize this. At 33 years old.

Yeah, I...don’t understand what the problem is. It’s not like she punched it. I wish she had punched it. It’d make for a better read.

I said in another post:

LOL. Hey twat, the HR lady probs hated you because YOU’RE the insufferable cunt. People can dislike other people for reasons other than looks, you know, so you probably shouldn’t go around making that assumption. One: it’s not very smart. And two: your appearance is not hot enough to inspire hate by itself. I know…