We’ve all been there.

I’m amazingly lucky because my husband bought our apartment (in Newtown) in 1996 for $99k. It’s honestly WAY too small, but such is life.

Sometimes people can’t afford to rent solo apartments, you condescending twat.

Yeah, I expected to see stuff about the cultural appropriation nightmare that is Coachella.

That’s the Gold Class cinema. AKA leather armchairs and waiters and alcohol service.

She’s Trini, you incompetent nincompoop. Is Google beyond your comprehension?

You don’t become lactose-intolerant during your period? Lucky.

I’ve long been a fan of the Surrealism Compliment Generator: http://www.madsci.org/cgi-bin/cgiwrap/~lynn/jardin/SCG “As the bile slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a calming effect upon my rabies.” ” Tribes of primitve hunters, with rhinestone codpieces rampant, should build pyramids of Chevy engines covered in butterscotch syrup to exalt the diastolic, ineffable, scintillated and cacophonous salamander of truth which slimes and distracts from each and every orifice of your holy refrigerator, Sears be its brand.” “Your mother once had eyes that shone like the legs of Mae West.”