Kinda-update: I went to check the room again this morning, and it's now password-protected.

Don't tell anyone about this you goddamn fool. There is a fucking reason you kept this to yourself. Only tell your girlfriend if you don't want to have a girlfriend anymore

Now you have me thinking. "Ogre died as he lived, sitting on his couch, typing on his laptop..." or "listening to customers whine about not being able to buy a movie or piece of technology that hasn't been around for years..."

I know. Duckface galore!

and is he with his daughter? is that current wife? so random. Oh. and here is a picture of Scotty Pippen. whaa?

If it's their senior year and they're graduating it seems like a pretty big achievement, don't you think?

Anything above a whisper in my house after the three year old goes to bed is treated like a bomb going off.

Wait, now I don't know what is correct. What do you call the one that is green and goes in my G&T? I call it lime/lima. Google translate is pretending lime fruit do not exist, and the internet in general is giving me contradictory answers.

I trust you'll understand if I wait to get home before clicking on that link ;-)

yogurtschmogurt: ate her twin in the womb

"Glitterbug - referred to by sister as 'Fathead'. Even in public"

Oh I like this game. LadyGo: Has been parenting her mother since she was 6.

I would, only I'm pretty sure he reads Gawker so I don't want to put the most obvious ones! Most of them were just blatant rip-offs - oh, sorry, I mean twists - on existing ideas. So "It's a bit like Twitter only for political discussion" or "It's a bit like Tinder only for platonic friend groups to connect" or "It's…

(side note: I've been working for this website in some capacity, on and off, for three and a half years, and it's the most viewed thing I've ever posted. Really makes you think)

My boyfriend and I were watching one of those Ancient Aliens shows the other day (OK BEAR WITH ME I PROMISE THERE'S A POINT) where this guy was speculating how this temple couldn't have been made by slave labor and how the only plausible theory was aliens. It dawned on me that believing an alien race came from another…

I mean, I do have a one-woman show off- off- off- off-Broadway (actually in Cleveland) (actually outside of Cleveland) called "My Mother Thinks I'm Great so Fuck Off" where I do interpretive dance to a series of power ballads and throw paint-filled balloons at the audience while chanting Gertrude Stein poems. (I…