I recommend listening to at least the sermon at the beginning (it starts quiet, then comes in with the sound of sheep bleating in the background.) It’s about a carrot holocaust. The only lyrics to the song are “this is necessary/life feeds on life, feeds on life...)

You ever listen to track 69 on Undertow? (Tool)

And growling like you're in a death metal band.

Also, can you imagine how dangerous a multi-horse event would be with something like cross country?

That horse eats razor blades and souls.

Look, I get it. People don’t like the horse dancing. And the dressage portion is the most boring of the Eventing discipline. Just - it’s hard, okay? It looks easy because they’re pros on well trained animals. Take it up with the IOC.

So good! I should re-read.

I remain unconvinced. Perhaps if you posted more evidence to support your claim.

I made it to the end of the first paragraph.

I feel like Oklahoma is another case of a bunch of loud mother fuckers making the rest of us look bad. Yes, there are a lot of conservative Christian types here but a lot of them almost seem...normal? I mean, I'm all for fewer of them but it's not as bad as it seems, ya know? Of course, I live in Norman, haven of the…

Which one is Oklahoma? I mean, at least a couple of those could ... Oh, right. Anti climate change. Fucking Tom Cole and his fucking snowball.

A fellow Okie?!?!

Watch them name him Buchanan.

I am sad that one, I will probably not ever carry Captain America’s baby and two, it probably won’t be Hayley Atwell either. (And that is the only time my love of those characters enters into the Real Life Creeper Zone.)

I’m hoping she’s way older. It’s more compelling to me as a story to have Mel, a veteran priestess in her own right but now max level, go up against the Final Boss of Red Women.

Except Melisandra *is* Melisandre 2.0. The new Red Woman is the OG Red Woman. I asked my husband, “How old do you think she is?”

God...that first pic looks like he’s about to make sweet, sweet love to that lion cub. It’s making me twitchy and barfy.

“What are you doing tonight, bra?”

Maligdick.

I vote that from now on, all meteorologists should wear some level of evening attire. Cocktail dresses, opera gloves, white tie and tails...you name it. Mandatory 24/7.