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My husband was also my high school sweetheart for 3 years, and back in the day he was a super prolific love letter writer - 5-8 page letters, written on scrolled paper & tied with red ribbons - they were FANTASTIC. We broke up & went our separate ways for 10 years, during which time I married another [really horrible]

If I don't let out the snark it'll build up and I will be crushed under its weight. I know we're not supposed to feed trolls, but sometimes that's just the nicest way to get the snark out of my system. ;)

Am I the only one that thinks Kim's new hair looks kind of greenish? To me she looks like a blonde that swam too much in a chlorinated pool without using that special shampoo.

I don't think she looks good blonde. Washes out the uniqueness somehow.

He knows. He appreciates it but also wants to know why I can't get by own my own merits.

I read this as funeral cake, and I still wanted to eat it.

Not going to lie, I find this a little upsetting as a person with health issues that have gotten in the way of things physically speaking. If this works for you, great. But I would be incredibly hurt if I found out my husband was cheating because of my illness without at least discussing that possibility first. Do the

I would be interested in getting her husband's perspective as well. I mean, maybe he is totally fine with it. But, there were a couple of moments here where it crossed my mind that he could be harboring some secret jealousy and resentment that he's burying because he doesn't want to lose her. It's impossible to know

I will be debuting my pulled pork on cronut with artisanal pickle sandwich at the Brooklyn Flea next week! Because there is no god!

I just drink beer.

Thanks but I'll stick with the cheeseburger with two grilled cheese sandwiches for a bun.

Lesbian here. Human with ovaries mowed our lawn until the mower died.

Yeah, I only trade oral sex for getting oral sex. How bad does a dude have to be in bed that he doesn't even consider trading orgasms for orgasms and goes right to offering to do dishes because he apparently has forgotten that his wife has genitals.

*That said, it's not like I'm going stop my husband from going down on me if he particularly likes whatever I make for dinner.

I invoke "Poor Allen" on almost all of Mark's posts that involve him, but I say it with such a spirit of glee while I'm feeling sorry for him, because reading about him and Mark is a well of delight. I hope Allen knows he's got a fan club over here. :D

Mark Shrayber, not only is he the Hunter S. Thompson of Jezebel, he's the only writer on the internet who can produce posts this long about things I genuinely don't give a shit about, multiple times, and get me to read through until the end.

I can't imagine this working. Washing the dishes has got to be easier than giving a BJ, and takes less time too.

My sister, who got married in the early 90s, went mauve too. And had a catered barbecue dinner. I'm sure that was a hoot with her white bridal gown on. She also scheduled the wedding at a park, but omitted the name of the park from the invitations. There were like four parks in that town (it was a small suburb near

Dark & dingy and claims to have invented the buffalo wing would be Anchor Bar :)