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Ol' QWERTY Bastard (Mother Pence's 2nd Cardigan)
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Can vouch for Nawlins. I try to go there whenever I’m in the city. :)

Three years ago, I left my ex. He was up north for a weekend with the guys for a Magic: The Gathering tournament. I’d signed a lease on a new apartment the week before. My parents had cleared out space in their garage. Over the course of 24 hours, my best friend and I moved everything of mine out of the house, and

Oh! Pubic hair removal, too! Armpit shaving! Sending girls in tank tops home from school because it ‘distracts’ boys! I bet he’s against all those things, too! :)

Last week I was waiting for a late bus out of the downtown area (after rush hour). My arms were full of shopping bags and I had a brand new stroller for my best friend’s brand new baby (I’m the best aunt), so moving was a bit cumbersome. When I managed to maneuver the stroller onto the bus, I noticed that most of the

Edit: I deleted my comment. I don’t actually want to get into this after all. It’s too close to the weekend and I’m feeling too good to get into a useless debate with someone who cherry picks their beliefs from a book that was written by a committee to dictate their view of how religion should be.

That might be, but at least she’s not crazy and evil and a Trump. I’ll take dumb and nice any day...

My husband had ordered my ring from an online retailer, and the day it came in the mail I walked into his office (at home) and he was sort of bent over something on his desk. So I asked him what was up and he turned around and dropped down to one knee and I just immediately started ugly crying, and he started ugly

[shuffles off to shame corner]

I went out and bought a vintage Oscar de la Renta pattern and sewed my own dress - it turned out surprisingly well for the efforts of an 18 year old and the Home Ec teacher. It was floor length, black, with a white sash at the waist that trailed down the back almost to the hem. Strapless. The top was folded over and

We have a designated smoking area at work, far away from the door and around the side of the building. If any of us are standing within view of the door (but still technically in our ‘spot’), any of the non-smokers who come out for fresh air will hack and cough dramatically until we hide ourselves in our shame corner.

When I moved into my old apartment, there were two decals on the walls: one said “Dance like no one is watching” and the other one said “Home is where the heart is” - I thought they’d be gone by the time I moved in, but they weren’t. So my friend and I started to peel off the letters until they said “Dan is watching”

I love the apartment, and I really want that minty-looking Keurig she’s got...

I was once in the same boat as Lena Dunham. I adopted a dog who was very sweet and shy at the shelter, and turned aggressive once I brought him home. It got to the point where I was afraid of the dog because he would lash out at me for any and all reasons, and I wasn’t able to take proper care of him. I had to get

I don’t get why there’s so much “ick, too soon!” going on. Yeah, it might be a bit soon for you, but he’s happy, and she’s happy, and that’s all that really matters. I’m happy for them :)

It breaks my heart that stuff like this happens to kids. No one should have to deal with that kind of crap :(

Daniel Dae Kim was fantastic in Lost. :)

As someone who married a man from Philadelphia, I can definitively answer “yes” to your question.

I can still float like a boss and it annoys my husband to no end that his skinny ass just sinks whenever we use our building’s pool. Meanwhile I’m almost on top of the water—one of the few times in my life I’m actually grateful for my, er, ‘mermaid thighs’ and giant boobs.

Mine would be a bagel.

I have received so many unsolicited dick pics over the years and I have this to say: they never look good. Dicks aren’t inherently pretty things; they’re really vulgar-looking, and there’s something super aggressive about getting a dick pic from someone.