I have been in the process of an epic declutter session that has been going on for months. I made the initial sweep, got rid of ALOT of stuff, now I am making 2nd and 3rd sweeps of areas, getting rid of things I didn’t part with on the first sweep.

Ditto. Granted, what probably made my last trip so expensive was that I was buying all the shiny things and food.

That “unexpected” part made me think of the clown who talked me into being his mistress for awhile until I grilled him on whether or not he was going to get divorced (if he decided to stay in, I was going to get the heck out so that he could focus on fixing his marriage). He tried to play it off as “not his fault”...I…

I just bought some grass fed, no antibiotic, etc. beef from Trader Joe’s this morning. WIN!

You beat me to it. However, I was also going to throw in “nudez” for good measure.

I stopped watching because Allison was clearly cheated in All Stars. It hit way too close to home to see a quirky girl with a good head on her shoulders get passed over for the usual trainwrecks.

My corgi/JRT learned the same lesson about knots...then set himself to untying all of them. ALL OF THEM.

I prefer the opposite—I dress in some combo of punk/goth. I prefer to instill fear when the workplace is the likely cause of my foul morning mood.

I suppose my saving grace was that I went to a military school—between chow hall food and all of the required physical activity, I had to constantly snack to maintain my weight.

The Air Force Academy has a tradition of “spirit cheese” that would fly around the stands during football games. I want to say about 2000-ish, give or take a year, the higher-ups banned the cadets from throwing spirit cheese because they supposedly worried that someone would get their eyes injured.

My brother and I almost had a brawl over whether this was cheese or not. I won. American cheese was never used in my house again.

I am going to be the killjoy here...but this makes me think of my poor old corgi as he neared the end of his days. As he aged, he struggled to get down the stairs—and did not want any help (belly sling ticked him off). At one point, he stood at the top of the stairs, cried, and I realized that he was terrified because…

All Garfield comics ever did for me was make me DESPISE comic strips that copy/paste the same danged image into multiple panels in a comic.

That is a commercial that advertises Kim more than the danged energy drink. Once I recognized that it was full of gratuitous Kim-tastic filler, I sped through it and realized that I had missed nothing. (seriously, I would have been pissed spending 2+ minutes watching that)

THIS is the guy!!

Removed double post. (Sorry)

I can’t help but think about Gaston AND the dentist from Little Shop of Horrors.

Ditto.

THIS!! I have been fostering a chihuahua/min pin mix for almost two years now and cannot find him a home! I have put up flyers around town and everything! (granted, the rescue itself is kind of a pain...)

...tails are wayy too long. They need to only have the spiked tip attached to their nubby tails. X-D