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    I think you’re giving it too much credit lol. Soggy dog turd more like ;-P I genuinely can’t recall any actual proper fucking. You’d get an image of Ana tied up, biting her lip, and the horrible excuse for a human being approaching her, then.... a gasp. Then... *fade out*. Honestly I was hoping to have a good laugh at

    I’m pretty sure I read it with my mouth open. I’m not even American, so the plethora of ‘Nail Bars’ in Amercian cities is pretty alien to me, but even so I was appalled at what I read. I genuinely can’t believe people can LIVE like that! Especially in a city! It’s insane!

    If I thought Hollywood actors had a hard life, and their sole consolation was an Oscar, I might feel a bit sorry for Leo D. He gets passed over a shitload, the internet weeps and wails for his misery, then he finally gets one and all the interwebs can say is ‘Didn’t deserve it’. Poor fuck is damned if he does and

    Which version of the film did you watch because the one I saw had no ‘steamy’ scenes in it at all.... There were some awkward ‘implied’ scenes, but hardly Porno... I kept waiting for the ‘good bits’ to start and it never happened...

    LeFiance and I ‘borrowed’ a copy of 50 Shades of Bleugh from one of his co-workers whose wife was rabidly obsessed (yeah, she had the special edition trilogy of the books too - although I secretly suspect she can’t actually read as that is the only reason I can think of for any sane person to declare such rabid

    At first glance I wondered if this was a picture of Carrie from the early seasons of ‘Sex and the City’ before SJP became anorexic and frightening-looking. A ‘Sunglasses Tiara’ is ludicrous, but I often think we don’t wear enough of a variety of headwear. I’m down with bringing back Mediaeval headwear - towering

    This is my favourite picture from the internet today! I feel a yearning to fabulous-up my own (male) cat. He’ll own that shit.

    I don’t read this as a statement of ‘This is what SHOULD have been’, more as a logical statement of outcome. It is true that in ANY terror attack - whether it is foreign or domestic terrorism, where the perpetrator possesses weapons, if one or more potential victim possess weapons of equal effect, then it stands to

    That would still be better than sitting there and taking it! I refuse to pay for a horrible shitty experience!

    I don’t think a refund of the meal is worth taking down the facebook post! It’s abhorrent that this place thinks it is acceptable to ransom Parker’s freedom of speech for the price of a meal!

    Eurgh, this whole thing perfectly demonstrates what is wrong with the world. You know my first thought when I saw that picture? ‘HOLY FUCK THAT IS SOME SERIOUS LIP VOLUME!’ Followed by ‘Dark Skinned Women get to wear all the awesome shades’ *pout*. Put dark plum lipstick on pale skin and it looks goth, put it on Dark

    Punctuality. It is common courtesy to be on time and even more so to a date! Especially a first date. I once met a guy at a friends birthday party and he asked me out. He was nearly an hour late to meet me. I still don’t know why i waited for him. I was too nice. He eventually arrived and told me he was late because

    What - a fucktard or the Return of Kings thing?

    This story is horrific, but it is a useful lesson in how people won’t listen to a) girls and b) girls complaining about sexual assault. I can totally sympathise with your sister and I probably would have done the same thing at 16, but there were several things she could have handled differently and it’s probably worth

    I think that used to be the case but I think it’s been spoiled by self-entitled asshats that paid for first class or premium econ that make a fuss when people who ‘didn’t pay’ get upgraded.

    See that was my first thought too - my neighbour has an Alsation cross and she does MASSIVE turds (which my neighbour leaves all over her garden for her kids to slip in... but that is another matter entirely). I suppose it doesn’t really matter WHAT kind of animal the shit came from - human or otherwise, because

    I’m too flabby to even get yoga pants on - I look like an overstuffed sausage! baggy sweatpants ftw.

    I hung some fly papers in the kitchen and my cat got one stuck to his back end - he freaked out and ran all over the house - the more he ran the more it stuck to him. He had to be shaved in the end...

    LOL I do this on the train. When a man in the seat next to me is preparing to give birth and starts to spread his legs wide and we come into full thigh-length contact from ass to knee, I will subtly start applying pressure back. There is something creepily intimate about touching thighs with someone of the opposite

    You are my heroine. As a daily train commuter, we train passengers experience similar miseries on a shorter timescale - tiny seats, ass spillage, smelly breakfast foods (before I miscarried, this was a unique and miserable torture for the morning-sick pregnant lady).