put a (chocolate) bird on it.

The last thread about this exploding. Just exploding. I had no idea that indie chocolate was serious business.

Can we take a moment and break down this quote and the various ways in which it is HILARIOUS?

Real talk: was ANYONE actually buying this chocolate for a reason other than it has nice packaging? I mean, I’ll admit I bought a couple bars once and it was totally because I got suckered in by the nice packaging.

Another fucking prosecutor with no interest whatsoever in doing their job.

Well whatever village he belongs to, it's high time that they came by to pick up their idiot.

Relationships with my immediate family will be terminated because of their support for this fucking insane piece of shit. It’s not political disagreement anymore, its, you are going to vote for a fascist, racist, bigoted, garbage dump. And I won’t like it,but I will not regret it.

Donald Trump is the id of the nation. Or the village idiot.

Here’s something you might not know: Heaven Leigh is the name of a character in a V.C. Andrews novel. A friend of one of my friends also named her daughter Heaven Leigh, after the character.

I definitely need to express my Miranda rights more often!

Every time I am reminded that Seth Cohen and Blair Waldorf are married, an angel gets his/her wings.

Better than Elgna I guess.

For real? I was a big Sassy fan, liked Jane mag fine, but find xojane to be embarrassing. The comments section is just trigger warning and faux pc outrage drivel. None of their readers can walk outside without an emotional protective coating. OG Sassy would have laughed their Docs off.

Welcome to my life. Finally finished the Konmari book this weekend and donated FIVE garbage bags of clothing today *gasps*

Thanks, but I’ll wait for the Shamwow story.

Huggable Hangers are the best. I am currently in the switch over process. Those plus Konmari have changed my life.

OHMYGOD! My in-laws, who vigorously documented the childhood of my husband, have the perfect home video of him receiving this exact Mickey phone for Christmas. He’s about 4, wearing pink CareBear onesie pajamas (yes. that’s right. PINK), and he just about cries for joy when he opens the package, yelling, “It’s what…

I coveted the Kermit phone in the late 70s, but it wasn’t to be. 😔

Yes, I want my own yellow macaroni phone, and I will pay for my own line with my babysitting money. I promise, mom!