Fat Walda was my sweet chubby cinnamon roll. Surrounded by evil, but staying magically pure and wonderful. Too perfect to live.

Sally, what the fuck is this please?

Besides the liver, the body has pretty damn good ways of getting rid of toxins. See: any morning after copius drinking. If our body COULDN’T get rid of toxins, we’d be dead.

I think like we’re cornered, but it’s a weird sweaty wrestling metaphor. I wonder how often he thinks of America all covered in sweat and ready to be dominated... (shudder)

It could also be that the music in Miss Saigon is notoriously awkward to sing. If she's doing a whole concert, there's really no need to make herself physically uncomfortable when she has such a wealth of other famous repertoire to choose from.

I like that theory. It's much less stressful.

Of course not.

Changing time worries me so much. Like, what if they won and she ended up never meeting Randall, so she never went to Scotland to learn about his family, ergo never meeting Jamie? And that's like the most minor change to history. What if there's no England at all when she comes back? I haven't read the books, so I'm…

My husband yells that every time I watch this show. Every. Single. Time.

Anytime Victarion mentions women...

Looks like we’ll be spending more time with the Greyjoys this season, so I’m guessing the rape quotient will go even higher. Ugh.

I don’t know what it is, but I’m obsessed with manatees. Here, have some. http://calmingmanatee.com/

Him or Marilyn Monroe.

Cool, thank you!

Jesus, seriously? Wtf, Reagan.

I think I was having a bad day in my long-distance relationship and picked Netflix for that one. Yowch.

Chocolate should've beaten stupid missionary.

Or…delicious chocolate. Dyed red. Because reasons?

I think it looks like red chocolate. It's probably wax, though.

Try going back to Gotham.