I watched this several times in a row yesterday, THANK YOU.

I liked Huntsman too, but so not the point of the story.

Fuckin' magic.

My dear, fashion is not fun. It is art and, above all else, to be taken seriously.

I hate the pink jerseys that professional sports have the gall to offer to us lady fans, but I would wear the shit out of some appropriately themed high fashion.

Please enlighten me on what a "douche tiara" is, I'm really excited in an anthrobrological kind of a way.

It is. You were like the forbidden fruit of friendship to us poor brainwashed kids who were terrified into believing in hell and genuinely worried that the people we cared about faced eternal torment, even if we weren't the weekly volunteers to go stand on the corner handing out Bibles with the rest of the youth group.

First dude I had sex with had the shittiest, most prison quality tattoos I have ever seen with the crowning jewel being "Pennywise" was across his shoulder blades with what may have supposed to have been a peace sign, but I don't know, it was terribly blurry. First boyfriend had a trio of monkeys tattooed riiiiight…

Trademark veiny and curving to the right? I'm a big fan of your work, especially after stepping into the unrelenting sunshine at 10am after a somewhat shameful trip to Total Wine.

Oh, the WIC! I've run up against a couple people, people who I thought honestly would not have an opinion one way or the other, who tilted their heads like spaniels when I divulged some early stage wedding plans that didn't involve a unity candle or 2 Corinthians.

"And for just three payments of $29.99, you heard correctly, just three easy payments of $29.99, plus shipping and handling..."

My mom has had the same one for over 35 years, you could seriously take that shit into battle and whip up some cake frosting.

I get that it can be a cultural thing, and totally understand foot anxiety, but if you were a frequent guest at someone's house, observing everyone walking about in sock feet and leaving their shoes at the door, I very much doubt you would just blithely track dirt across the carpet and then kinda shrug it off when you…

Tell me where this gif is from, I beg you.

My work here is done.

If she was a norm who ended up broadening her horizon via school or travel, I would agree, totally. Once you get out there a bit, your perceptions are challenged, and people are practically salivating to shout in your face about how wrong you are, it's a part of life. But Miley lives in a bubble filled with yes men…

While it is true I have never tried to...out shit (?) the person in the stall next to me, I occasionally disgust my SO and his friends (all of whom talk about nasty bodily functions with gusto) with booming announcements of my impending bowel movements. When they complain, I laugh and point out that they do the same.…

And here I was, thinking that the Battleshits scene in Harold and Kumar paved the poo-lined way to egalitarian defecation.

I may have successfully been converted. That thing looks incredible!

I am so on board with this! I'm a handy lass, my SO knows his way around a Makita, but some things (read: most things) are best left to the pros.