Thank god I didn’t read this tweet in an elevator.

As my friend Helen might say: rage barf. I assume the shirt also excludes the tree and the goddamn raccoon, … More

Hey, gym? How long would it take you to redecorate if you hung a dick pic and a single bodybuilder complained?

This is an actual email I had to send to my gym. I don’t want to be driven back into … More

I travel a lot. I get stared at a lot because I am tall, and, oh yeah, fat. I’ve been … More

We all know, by now, that you should never read the comments. Apparently, we can’t read the internet at all … More

I was in a North Carolina Rite-Aid yesterday, purchasing some products of a womanly nature. While walking down an aisle, … More

I was recently giving a presentation to colleagues, during which I noted that one of my dogs once stole a … More