I moved out of my parent's house for the first time when I started university. When I arrived at the dorms, I made sure to clean every square inch of that filthy apartment since I had no idea how the previous tenants—a group of teenage boys—had managed to live in such a filthy space. When my roommates arrived, I introduced myself and apologized ahead of time since I'm not much of a chef and won't be able to help with the cooking. The story below involves a woman who aspires to get better in the…

Not the advice they want, but the advice they need

What no p***y does to a MF

Start stretching now

It was 5 o'clock ten years ago

What is there to give?

Mom always knows best