totally like those.

My aunt owned a second-hand store when I was a kid. She also drank copious amounts of jug wine, which led to some seriously fucking weird presents. I think she would literally drink and throw random shit from the shop in gift bags to give her nephews and nieces.

i cannot stop laughing. Thank you.

So, "kitty" is big around my parts...

But...I AM descended from a dude that invaded with William the Conqueror. Of course, I live in Wyoming and I just find it an interesting little tidbit of family history, and nothing more.

Aw thanks! I feel better already. But fuck Cosby.

Looking at him standing in front of that fucking background like he's goddamned Bono makes me stabby.

This shit is making me ill. I am having a disturbing visceral reaction. Retching. Of course, the hangover doesn't help. But still...

I'm incredibly attracted to Ben Affleck right now. Like, I got that tingle. I've never felt this way about ol' Buttchin McSquareJaw before.

1. It's my facebook, not yours. Fuck off, dude.

Well, shit happens. I won't weep.

Um. Execution is not an appropriate response. Don't go straight to "He deserves to die for this." Because he doesn't. No one does.

I live in Wyoming. Most races were uncontested because democrats don't stand a chance here. My dad was voted out as a city councilman after an unbelievable vicious PAC ran attack ads against him (for a fucking city council seat in WYOMING for chrissakes). The amazing man who ran as a democrat for governor, Pete…

ME TOO. You are the best.

I don't think that this is needed to inspire girls to become marine biologists, because every fucking female cousin I had growing up wanted to become a marine biologist, and most little girls I know now do too. And I do NOT live near an ocean. The reason is dolphins.

And also, are chilis not soups? I feel like there needs to be a chili ranking.

I WANT to like French Onion soup. I really want to. I have ordered it at least a dozen times, at all sorts of restaurants, from not-so-fancy to pretty fancy, and it's always, always disappointing. It's like socks were marinated in hot water and then a soggy piece of bread was thrown on it, because FUCK YOU. I wish…

I'm fairly certain I'm going to read the FUCK out of this book.

Uh, she's not transgender.