Who's pretending? I can *definitely* see Beyonce's pubic hair.

As far as cleaning cast iron goes, you cannot go wrong with Lodge's cast iron scrapers! Seriously, I got them as a stocking stuffer a couple of Christmases ago, and they are fantastic. And I think they were something like $5 for two.

I skipped to the end to see the stunning table and was sadly disappointed. Good Lord, that shit is fugly.

OMG, they have made a collection of all the worst craft ideas that have been floating around Pinterest for a year! I'm seriously amazed that someone managed to collect all of the stupidest, most-likely-to-burn-your-house-down crafts, put them together, and get people to take them seriously. Especially the…

OMG, I read this and was so incredibly happy for just one tiny, amazing moment.

LOL—I've had a navel ring for more than twenty years now that my mother assured me was just a phase when she discovered I had gotten it done. (Also, sweet Jesus, how did I get so old?!)

You are very definitely not the only person.

Your sarcasm detector has inadvertently been set to "off." Please switch it to "on" and re-read the original comment.

Dear God, don't tempt me. I hope your guy is open-minded, because I'm pretty sure my husband is going to want to sniff him all over too. ;)

OMG, can you please send your husband to my house so I can sniff him? Pretty please?

That was my very first thought.

Yes, it was a black light strobe, directly below the stage, so you were underneath the giant animatronic animals when you were in there! That's exactly how ours was laid out, only I was about 500 miles south of you. ;)

OMG, did we go to the exact same Chuck E. Cheese in the north-of-L.A. suburbs in the 1980s?! Because I know EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEAN. We went there all the time, and it was always a point of pride to be the first kid brave enough to go into the freaky hippo-playing-piano room with all the creepy hands on the walls! And…

Huh? Isn't the exact point of Chuck E. Cheese that they have an entire restaurant devoted to letting kids run around and be insane like they always want to be in the restaurant, and it's okay?

OMG, "interrobang"! Best word EVER. That slayed me.

If I had only seen the first half of the commercial, I would have completely missed the point, because it was so hard to tell what most of the animals were supposed to be wearing, and because the music was so annoying and distracting. It wasn't until the cages bit that I had even the slightest clue what those clothes…

"Do you really believe that Halle Berry is still, like, a movie star?"

Because those don't work for shit on leg hair or long, fine hair.

If that white, netted pants/jumpsuit thing becomes Fashionable with a capital F, I'm just going to fucking stop wearing clothes. I mean, seriously, that is some ugly shit.

Fuck. I just cried at a beer commercial. And it's not even good beer.