I think getting beaned in the head with a ukulele is the ultimate form of humiliation. Getting rejected is one thing, but that just brought it to a whole new level. Wow.

And he's calling it reality. What the actual fuck.

Don't worry—that's not actually a feeling, it was put there by a random wavelength or some BS.

I am a rape victim, and fuck you.

He has everything. He has wealth, he has power, and he still chose to drug and rape women. Please don't tell me his circumstances made him do it.

Get the fuck out, for real?!

So the dogs are dressed as people, and the people are dressed as Corgis. Down is up, left is right.

I like that you're going to be OK.

Sounds about right. I'd probably add some drool, make it extra awkward.

I respectfully disagree. She was straight-up saying the late great lady Jane's tits were about to attack in a rather poetic way.

These GIFs are EPIC

Every damn day, Kara. Every damn day you have to tell someone this.

I really miss people paying attention to detail.

Oh! Oh! YAK'S SCROTUM!

Agreed. I read it, and felt the need to inject it when I can in my everyday conversations.

Let's crowdsource it. We'll call it "Dirty Ladies"

Rest well, sweet girl.

So, we're supposed to wander the countryside, waving weapons? THAT'S his solution?

"Come and sit on my face" is obviously supposed to be, "you look so pretty today" and I clearly should have taken it for the compliment it was. We're so ungrateful.

Right—because murderers are never attractive, stalkers are never hot. Logic much, not? No. My head exploded, and I pieced it back together, and it exploded again.

LOL