Ugh, Lena Dunham and her Dunpinions. How very.

Within five blocks, or on five blocks?

Here is one:

Been waiting for this show to be mentioned here. Great series.

THIS. We. Have. Google. Now.

Oh, I’m glad you asked. It’s really stupid. But kinda 10th grade funny.

I don’t remember anything either before or after ‘Idris Elba’.

Oh. He’s perfection.

A yuppie and his date came into the bar. It was obviously early in the relationship and he was obviously showing her how urbane he was.

I suspected her of continuing an affair I’d previously caught her in, but I couldn’t prove it. I figured untoward electronic correspondence, if any, would be done through her work (investment bank) email, as its security was tight, even requiring a keychain code to log in. I got into her work email anyway, found all…

My cheating ex-husband actually left me for our trashy next door neighbor, who he had been screwing behind my back unbeknownst to me. His woman even had the nerve to write me a letter after he told me he wanted a divorce, basically outlining how much better she was for him than me, you know... since I didn't pay…

When I found out that my abusive ex-husband was also a cheating then-current-husband, I kicked his ass out. In August. In Georgia. In 100 degree weather. After screaming at ex with such ferocity that even The World’s Most Docile Dog was growling at me, I threw ex out and locked the door. I could hear him calling…

Discovered my wife of four months (9 years together) was cheating on me. Proceeded to hook up with half of the city I was living in, attended sex parties, got horrifically drunk and then moved to Australia where I divorced her remotely while working on a sheep station with only 3 people within 300 miles to talk to.

Apparently I’ve just been too nice, or just wanted to get the fuck away, so there are no spectacular break-up tales. Best I can do: At the tender age of 16, my high school love broke up with me in a heartless and shitty way, in front of people, right before Easter, for a mousy lame-ass trumpet playing girl. He was…

Someone else’s post unearthed this repressed memory: I was talking to an acquaintance who let slip that my ex had cheated on me fairly regularly. We’d been broken up for several months but he had outstanding warrants, so I called the county sheriff’s department with his location.

I got dumped via email by my national high school speech tournament-turned-AOL LDR my first semester of college because he told me it was ok to keep dating other people (we always did) but then when I did, after a particularly steamy summer trip together, he suddenly had a problem with it.

I also forgot I saw him once at a Ruby Tuesday and grabbed a menu and pretended like I worked there, went up to his table, and began explaining each of the entrees in as much detail as I could.

I was seventeen years old and madly in love with my boyfriend, the effortlessly cool punk guy with an amazing body. He broke up with me by having his best female friend tell me. I am now both embarrassed by the things I did after and sort of proud:

I was in a dead-end relationship. The last four years of the entire twelve were co-habitation. One argument left me with one recourse; “i’m moving out”. Nothing changed, but I did shift my life priorities, and focused on getting a new place. Then I got hit by an incompetent moron (witness attested to this) when I was…

I gave a .22 pistol (no ammo) as a wedding gift. The bride was marrying into a gun owning family, she’d expressed an interest in learning to shoot, and this way she’d be well able to return fire if the honeymoon went bad (j/k).

And fondant SUCKS. Give me frosting, or give me death!