To me, pancakes happen at a spiritual level.

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Tilikum’s life has been an abject tragedy.

Oh, the GOP is now fine with Catholics, since (a) it lets them perpetuate the myth that Latinos are “natural Conservatives” because they’re largely Catholic and (b) Catholicism gives them good cover on trying to paint anti-reproductive rights legislation as “religious liberties”.

This is Living Proof that we can pun anything.

No.

No, no they could not. Oh, for want of a tailor (or at least an honest friend to tell you ‘oh honey, no.’) Exhibit A:

They’re trying to make at least one, possibly all three of these “points” (please note they are not my opinions, but I have seen them):

Someone posted this charming vid earlier about readjustment to gravity.

Occasionally I wonder if the reason some people don’t like Sacha Baron Cohen is because they’re not smart enough to get the jokes.

“It’s red sugar water that heathens put on sausages, your majesty.”

Ross can!

President Obama and kids and the influx of pictures made my day. Here’s my favorite video.

When you’re with someone for almost a decade and they leave you, one of the hardest things to get used to is not having someone to come home to. Not having someone to come through the door at night after work and tell you about their day. No one to fall asleep with, no one to wake up to. I don’t have to plan my day…

We are ALL Neil deGrasse Tyson’s subordinates and you know it.

How very strange. Because I too want to lick The Rock’s legs. Or his chest. I’m not picky.

I am way too scared to mess with Ouija boards thanks to my mom and her friend, Lorraine.