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RIP.

WHY GO TO TWITTER?

This is a sad, sad day. You were a treasure and will be missed!

I do these a few times each year, and I always choose paintings that I actually want in my house. It’s much cheaper than buying art at a store, and it’s a fun story to tell. At this point, I’ve got about 5 in the house, and I get compliments on them all the time (even though they are, as people said, rather commercial

We are Olds. A few months ago I heard Pearl Jam on the “classic rock” station. I almost crashed my car.

You young whippersnappers will never know the joy of drunkenly dancing to Mr. Brownstone in skin tight acid washed jeans and a crop top. I pity you.

It is fun! I enjoy having something to do while I drink, as sitting and drinking is kind of boring for me unless I’m with a really entertaining group of people, and it’s great for something like a bachelorette (which people also complained about) where people don’t know each other well.

There’s a studio like this across from my old office, and a group of us used to go on occasion. It was a great change from our usual happy hours where we just bitched about work for 2 hours. Instead we cheered each other on and laughed at our terrible paintings for 2 hours and were much happier going home.

Right? It’s just a way to unwind with some friends. I haven’t been yet but it seems like fun.

I’ve really enjoyed the couple of these I’ve done. I know they’re cheesy, but it’s been a chance to explore something I wouldn’t have.

The classes usually started around 7ish so my friends and I would grab dinner after work, stop by the wine store and then go to a class. We always had a good time.

Jeez, the Debbie Downer Brigade is out in force in these comments.

Except you know, people choose to go to a paint and sip but not a work camp in Siberia. But other than that totes the same.

I wouldn’t do this for a bachelorette party but it is fun on a random week night when you have nothing else to do.

20 years ago: “I’m offended.”

I fuckin’ love fourth quarter Obama.

I like being outside though! Which is why I reapply sunscreen every half hour and spend about $200 on the stuff every year. I’m not obsessive about skincare, but I’m obsessive about that. I’m terrified of skin cancer, already have a couple frightening moles that are irregular around the margins that are about to be

I would think something like this would be the whitest possible tweet:

I had to read that Fey article. It was literally not funny. That’s not opinion either. There was nothing funny about it.