I’ve seen basketball players “box.” it looks like 2 guys throwing unlimited baseballs at each other at close range.

This movie taught me how to flirt.

It’s no where near as good as Just One of the Guys.

I am a man. I have bought tampons. I do not see the issue with buying tampons. It helps to not be so cripplingly insecure that buying something that someone you care about needs doesn’t threaten your very identity. Because that’s super dumb.

I once dated a guy where my period came mid-coitus during the first time we had sex. I was so embarrassed (I was young) I ran to the bathroom. When I came back he was gone...I was freaking out for 5 minutes when he came in the room and had brought me back tampons. No big deal. We’re married now. Moral of the story:…

My only gripe with criticism of this film is the outrage that the project happened over the objections of Simone’s family. To me that’s irrelevant and dangerous as a precedent to establish.

As former military I can tell you the long term effects of forced marches and runs in full gear, boots and rucksacks. I’ll never run another step unless someone is chasing me. Knees are fine but back and feet belong to a much older person.

A large segment of our population is filled with fucking idiots.

Lead boyfriend of Lena Dunham.

You can probably take “allegedly” out of the title.

Anyplace in UK city council:

That last bit is a standard weekend for a Quantico Marine.

Sorry, but I am willing to bet many of the ghosts of those who have fallen would have been cheering that shit on the whole time. We’re all cut from the same cloth.

Whenever there is one and it’s in working order.

Not content with only offending American Indians, Dan Snyder actually employs a Cooley to do his heavy lifting.

I dunno, it depends on where it’s playing. The quality of the Theater should play into your decision. Also, are you buying tickets from the box office, or third party? So many questions really, there's no good way to answer this based on the information you've presented.

I like how “hitting back” at those who pointed out her thirstiness basically amounts to calling someone *gasp* less famous, accusing one of trying to date her, and another of wanting to be her friend. This is some middle school dumb girl shit.

Whenever I’m not drinking I follow the same process I learned when people ask me why I don’t have more kids. Just start with, “Well, ever since the cancer....” and slowly trail off.
Works...Like some of the time.

This is all excellent advice, but it boils down sociologically to: