My grandma had one of those! Cocoa Pudge. She looked like a huge fat grayish black seal with brindle stripes. And a tiny head. Because of course, bugs.

Solving the hardest puzzle is clearly a metaphor for loading the dishwasher. Royboy hasn't mastered it yet. Have I settled?!

That..picture. What is it from? I need that blonde girl's BANG! sweater IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW.

I had the best time at work trolling my coworkers over that song. No one loves every single thing about another person. NO ONE. It's disingenuous to say so.

At least she keeps yelling "Princeton". Cause heaven forbid she gets mixed up with UT, or some other prole college.

Yay, boston terrier!...I feel slightly better.

Sk-e..-gargle...*hurk*. Who is that obsessed with their school?! I would've used our school's chapel because it was free, not because I want my second marriage ceremony at ground zero for entitled young adults.

I <3 you. Have a gif. =D

Is it a public space? You have a right to be there, unimpeded. Just be like "okay, every time someone harrasses me, pretend they're taking a big shit in front of me. They're shitting in my life, and my ability to function. They're the ones that fucked up. Why should I have to leave? They should have to clean up their…

My degree is from a school that doesn't even exist anymore! It got bought out by another school after a spectacular descent into futility that includes missing historical artifacts and unpaid staff. The school that bought it out doesn't have my program there anymore, either.

Hey! As someone with ADHD, I am so offended to be lumped in with this nonsense! Well. Maybe a little perturbed. I mean, filtering bullshit and pretending it's objective news-truth isn't part of the disorder...

God, thanks "ruby"! People like YOU are the reason either 1) never find the markers I want, 2) I have to go up front and wait in line for a clerk to unlock the case upfront, or 3) Find an associate to pull the markers from a case in the back.

My father's 2nd wife would always give me things like cheap little kid/knock off perfumes that made me sick, and large hairbrush kits. Her family would give me stuff from their family-owned country restaurant. I remember in particular one year it was fancy pencils and some kind of nut brittle. I was 10, at the oldest.

So, that cro..thing's breading makes it look exactly like fried catfish. Fried Catfish Loops. Auggghh-herk.... >-<

No, no no. even better. Lol.

I love manga, anime, and a few other culturally Japanese activities (origami, sushi), and so it's kind of a difficult concern to grapple with, being the whitest and blondest of caucasian girls. Hell, I got a bunch of sampler sets of that Harajuku stuff for Christmas one year, and thought they were the Cutest Effin…

Come on, you guys can do better! Or maybe it's just because functioning around gamers means I got used to the Euphemism games: I.e. "Rod of Wonder", etc. A gay friend and I have used "Excelsior" for awhile, and what about the Chalice? Or Bag of Tricks? Let's see. off the top of my head.

A not-good game, that's the kind of game that can function. 70%-80% of my "gaming is hard for women sometimes, yo" come from that table. =<

Hey, I had to run out and grab ALL of the ME minimates after the last article. Thanks for that. We spent about $100...

Doctor who??! FUCK FUCK FUCK NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! My moonnnneeeyy.......