I looked him up and instantly hated how his mouth is hanging open in every single photo. Ugh.

I had to look him up, and all that resulted in was my irritation at the fact that his mouth is stupidly hanging open in every single picture. Is there something wrong with looking intelligent?

Sure enough, it is! :)

My first thought was, “wow, thanks!”

Yeah, you’re right. The two are directly correlated, so a death threat is totally reasonable.

Guys, I can’t help it. I think it’s delicious. And I usually don’t eat much fast food. But with two - soon to be three- kids under 5, who actually eat their nuggets o’ meat, I frequent their never-open-on-Sundays premises often.

I don’t know, though. I keenly remember going through Luray Caverns where there are rock formations that are incredibly sensitive to the oils on our skin. The guides always beseech people to “look, don’t touch” because of this, but DAMN, does the prohibition make me want to touch it! It’s just a rock, but you’re…

This just makes me miss Mel Brooks’ take on racism.

Starred for LeGuin referral!! She is da shit.

I’m sorry about your friend. That sounds like a terrible ordeal.

No, not Pocahontas... Fern Gully!

Can I ask a really stupid question? Why aren’t her prosthetic legs the same model? Like, is it purely aesthetic, or are there advantages to thicker models versus the awesome Terminator-looking one on the left? I’m sincerely clueless, not body-shaming or mocking this badass woman in any way... it’s just bothering me…

 I just had to tell you how much pleasure this brought me, that this thread has turned into a serious debate about TS’s house placement.

No, no. He’s fine people.

Also (and I hate that this is the first place my mind went): “Turn the other cheek” is a really unfortunate turn of phrase when discussing forced sodomy. Yikes.

Nope. It’s totally true. They are champion nappers.

Or, for a quick read that will nevertheless blow your mind, The Ocean at the End Of The Lane is also pretty damn fantastic. That was my intro to him (What? I think I was living under a rock. Seriously.) and I became an insta-addict.

And this is why I’m so mad about having to get a new phone recently. I finally caved and spent the money for an Otterbox. A big, thick, goddamn Otterbox.

Oh, I’m already the Captain of the Creme Brûlée Brigade. With my blowtorch skills and Egg Industry Alliance, I bet it’s just one quick promotion to leading the entire Flan Army.

Agreed. #TeamPie all the way.