Oh my god
I have had the most intense, insane, utterly unbelievable 72 hours in my entire life.
Without the unique combination of elements on this planet, videos like this would not exist: HT: Jezebel
I can’t even tell you the number of times I have been driving along, gazing at the horizon, and have imagined what it might be like to see something just like this. Insane. HT: Laughing Squid
Dear Grown Up Incarnation of Stacy Ferguson, member of KIDS Incorporated (one of my very favorite childhood shows): The least you can do, if you are going to put out a song that will — through no fault of my own — enter into my ears no less than three times a day, is make sure that you get your freaking pronoun/antecedent agreement right. Every time I hear “I’m gonna miss you like a child…
I’m hankering to check out the new Creation Museum.
Shorter Globe and Mail column: Who cares if you don’t want to do it; STFU and spread ’em to hang onto your asshole boyfriend/husband. Those poor dudes, having to endure that constant need to pork things. What’s so hilarious (and by hilarious I mean, of course, sad) is this quote by some pseudonymous dude: “If men don’t feel respected or loved, if they don’t feel like a man, if they have to walk around on…
One of the hazards of working a night job is that you’re around the house during the day’s most insipid television programming, which I gobble up like any good lardy couch potato. Sometimes I catch myself watching the baby block of shows on TLC, mouth gaping in horror and disbelief. During A Baby Story, I usually turn the volume way down. Childbirth sure does sound dirty sometimes, don’t it? Anyway, one of the dozen baby…
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