The Baphomet in my Butthole.

Not that I had a real preference beyond “must be quilted 2-ply” before but I have refused to buy Charmin since the first Shitting Bear Family commercials aired.

I...kinda dig this. Feel free to judge. I can’t explain myself.

Once upon a time, Early Teen Me was all about this shit.

He hid the jewels under this unfortunate eyebrow fold.

If it has, you have already missed your window. #b4itwascool.

The bridesmaids are obviously not the problem. Perhaps we might instead consider the 11 (give or take) groomsmen?

Self-righteous validation.

And thank goodness for Vermont.

The fit of their garments make them look like they’ve shrunk.

Agreed. Not so much “into him” as “into what he can do for her”.

Cersei’s arming a cult and unleashing them on the city, while managing to piss off one of the most powerful Houses in the realm? Because her DIL threw some shade her way?

Furthermore, some restaurants - more likely when it’s a major chain - will have ingredient lists for everything they serve. This is useful for people who have allergies to not-always-visible ingredients. The person preparing the food may not always know that soy lecithin is present in the pasta sauce they’re serving…

Can we call this the “Sea Horse Argument”?

Becoming a tattoo artist has been a long-held on/off dream of mine. Through high school, college, and now 6 years into teaching, it is still something I am genuinely interested in pursuing...And FUCK if every time I start researching studios and artists I don’t meet another crop of fucking ASSHATS.

In my experience, it’s not something you can judge immediately. You’re in the heat of battle right now. Check back when the war is over.

Climed out of the right vagina.