Sarahlouu
Sarahlouu
Sarahlouu

One of my cats is 17 and she recently lost her hearing. Now she doesn’t run from the vacuum she just looks at it like “Wth?” because she can feel it rumble and doesn’t understand. But now I can vacuum her and she loves it. And I love it because it makes me laugh. She has lost weight, due to her age, and when I run one

there seems to be a trend here right now in our news media (the CBC currently being the worst that i’m aware of) that the comments sections on articles are flooded with conservative/right-wing troll posters, especially of the sexist and racist variety (they’re really big on hating women and muslims right now). when it

—“You’re a FUCKING DOCTOR. Don’t tell me the washing machine is too complicated for you. Even if you can’t be bothered to mess with the settings it’s always on automatic, just press ‘start’.”—

I had a roommate whose first time living away from home was at the age of twenty-two. He did not know how to clean a bathroom. He came to me sheepishly one day to ask if I would show him how. I told him I wouldn’t clean his bathroom for him, but he could watch while I cleaned mine and I would talk him through it. It

Indeed.

0/10 trollboy.

My brother was 11 years younger than me and since my parents left me in charge of him most days, I forced him to help me with chores and taught him to cook and take care of himself.

Globe and Mail

Honestly, I hate that dress. It looks like something I would see Blanche from the Golden Girls wearing. Jolie is way too young for a dress like that.

It generally ends in about 18 years when they leave home.

Okay, that boner was definitely a hell of a lot bigger than the header screenshot suggested.

It’s called “ACTING” said in my best Jon Lovitz impression.

I miss that dope click-wheel. I miss it so hard. That was one beautiful piece of design, wasn’t it? I can still remember the frisson of near-erotic pleasure I got the first time I slid my fingertip around it. Sexy motherfucker. Knew exactly what it was doing to me, the dirty bastard.

What’s your address? I’ll mail you all the fondant I ever come across again. I guarantee it will taste just as good when it arrives.

Yes, and they love going on tasting tours of the white wines of Scotland.

If money were no object I would spend my birthday buying shoes naked and snorting coke off hookers.

I’m pretty sure that top one from the wedding is cauliflower, not roses. Afterwards, they wheeled out a barrel of ranch dressing.

The only people that would disagree with you there are people who follow the NDP out of blind allegiance.

I really wasn’t sure what I was going to think of him (my riding was formerly NDP and is now Liberal, but whatever, I think things should be shaken up intermittently), and was concerned that his earlier kowtowing to the Conservatives was indicative of what we’d be getting. But considering he was doing a lot of that

my god, he’s beautiful. Not in an attractive for a politician way, but in a move over Brad Pitt kind of way.