That’s an oddly specific thing for someone to be attracted to.

I’m in my 50s. I have so many stories of how women had to go through hell to get an abortion or birth control and what happened when they couldn’t get one or both.

What they should do is make them live in RVs and drive around completing missions and stuff.

“Say my name.”

I dig it too. It’s both classic and sleazy, just the right balance.

When mine fizzled black, it came back on like this:

I see where he picked up the habit:

The only Baldwin who matters.

How does plaid even register in carbonite? It’s not like there are physical differences in the pattern. Why do I care about this?

When I was a senior in high school, an alumna of our school came to encourage us to buy expensive, ugly class rings. She decided the best way to get us on board was to tell an apparently true story about a woman losing her beloved class ring on the beach. A man found the ring a decade later and spent months tracking…

*buys ring*

I have to admit that I was a full grown adult before I found out that men do NOT use toilet paper after they pee. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I think this may have been a former roommate of mine.

My suggestion to a friend upon the birth of her son was that the best advice you can give a man is to keep a trash can in his bathroom of his apartment/house (for the lady times, hint hint). A devoutly Baptist woman sitting near by was quick to comment, “I think I’d be more worried about my son having a single woman…

Even my husband (with a mother and a sister, and I’m his second wife) forgets this sometimes. I have to explain that when he uses the last of the toilet paper and leaves a bare roll there, I have to drip around looking for something to wipe with at 4am when i’m up to pee and that it’s not fun.

Thank you for the laugh!

Because this is Jezebel. Reasonableness has no place here. :)

Let’s take a moment to look at the stunning beauty that is Jeffrey Wells...

NDT would never speak such an untruth, bong or no.

Love you too! I believed that one hard for about fifteen years and it caused a lot of pain and strife. And then my eyes were opened and I decided to live my life the way I was meant to. And now me and Cindymoo are inseparable.