I hate when people come to MY house, knock on MY door, and then give me the "why aren't you wearing pants" look.
Karma is actually really nice you just have to get to know her.
Marriage is saying "let me slip into something a bit more comfortable," and returning wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.
Today, I'm going to give it my some.
You know you're getting old when speed limits start to seem reasonable to you.
We live in a world where losing your iPhone is more dramatic than losing your virginity.
Isn't saying this issue is "the sex issue" a little redundant, Cosmo?