You know, I was *just* thinking an hour or so ago about how I strongly dislike her but want to like her for Neil Gaiman's sake, but I haven't seen her do anything especially obnoxious recently so maybe she's improving? Nope. Fuck her.

Ooh, I forgot about the warmth. I've known some calm cats, but I couldn't figure out why any cat would sit there for so long without getting bored and wandering off.

I don't understand. Is this cat really a hologram? Is he drugged? Are his paws velcro-ed to the top of the roomba? Max-Arthur, blink twice if you need help! You don't have to live like this!

There was a scene in the last season of Downton where they have some Americans at the Abbey and one of them asks for ice and everyone looks at him like he's absolutely insane. I was living in France when it aired and I swear I have never felt such a connection with a fictional character in my life.

I... what?

Let me get this straight. I pay an extra dollar so you can put something in my cocktail that I can't taste?

I was just listening to this song and the line "Everybody here wanted something more" kind of threw me. Everybody? Really? Everybody in the city came from somewhere else because they wanted something more? What about the very large number of people who were already there?

I clicked to see the rest of the replies in the hopes that someone would have posted this. Thank you for not disappointing me.

I mean, it's true. Taylor Swift definitely has the worst cat.

I always liked Alexander, but mostly because my middle name is Alexandra and no one writes books about people with my first name so this was close enough.

I definitely watched a movie about this in history class. I'm still not sure why.

Yeah but everything inside would probably get cooked like a baked potato. Gotta decide how much you want it.

Only if you're a quitter. You could have eye nipples every day if you wanted!

For some reason this detail, of all of them, made me giggle uncontrollably until I accidentally spit on the couch.

We get nothing burgers and stupid lasagna today? We'll be halfway to a cookbook by the end of the week!

I love this logic. "Why on earth would I need my driver's license if I'm not flying?"

I was about halfway through before I realized the commentary was for the next photo, so I thought that until I read this comment. That makes so much more sense now but is strangely less amusing.

My mom was very casual in her approach to talking to me about sex. Once I started actually showing an interest in guys, she became pretty open about her younger years—on the way to shop for my senior prom dress, she used an NPR segment on Planned Parenthood to segue into a talk about how she used to use PP, and how…

I'm supposed to be working on homework right now. Thanks, Isha.

I saw the trailer before GotG and it was so adorable I could hardly handle it. (Even if I do hate children singing.)