Yes but we call it Canoogle and it filters out anything that's not personally approved by our prime minister.

Wow. We have a nanny and there would be hell to pay if my son dared treat her like that. Then again, she's also allowed to give him appropriate discipline because I think allowing kids to do whatever they want does them a major disservice in the long term.

Thank you for the amazing laugh I got from imagining you squatting in the bottom of your cold shower, pooping, while you wait for the water to warm up.

Unless I have somewhere that I need to be, I will sit for hours in just a towel after I've gotten out of the shower. I find it so freeing.

Your town ran out of strangers?

I like to multitask (or more accurately, I hate mono-tasking unless that task is extremely engaging), and I also like watching subtitled things, which results in me watching foreign stuff while doing whatever I can do without taking my eyes from the screen, which is pretty much limited to stretches and exercises that…

Sometimes I'll do my hair in Princess Leia buns and boss the cat around.

When I was about 8 my best friend and I would get dressed up in her moms "fancy" sequined dresses, listen and sing along to Patsy Cline, and pretend we were at the Grand Ole Opry.

"This could mean taking your pants off to eat a beautifully arranged cheese plate"

I have a habit in the morning of turning on the shower, and while waiting for the water to warm up, I poop. I poop in the toilet, by the way... not in the shower, if you guys needed that clarification. Anyways, because I don't want to flush and make the water boiling hot (which I have no idea if this is even the…

This is like, the ur-example of what "privilege" actually is and I will draw on it forevermore.

So: I remember a few years ago when I posted something about how my grandma always gave the worst gifts and they were a running joke with the other members of the family. I got about a million comments decrying how I could be so cruel to my dear old Nana, who was trying so hard, and how terrible a person I was for…

Oh they were the worst, those year 7 b.c. kids. Always tearing through town on their donkey carts blasting that damned loud Lyre music.

i will allow matt mcgorry to go down on me.

"Fly, yes. Land, no."

I honestly cannot even imagine the hate I am going to get for this but, all y'all talking about how this is AN OUTRAGE while not even acknowledging the fact that the animals you eat are being treated the same goddamn way need to take several. fucking. seats.

WON'T SOMEONE THINK OF THE RODENTS THAT DIED 100 YEARS AGO??????

I forgot about this whole affair until my sister said last month, of her child in a tantrum "he cried like Nancy Kerrigan" which I thought was a superbly obscure reference. I would say it's due for a meming! Or re-meming.

How interesting.