Indeed. I can feel the shade.

Yup—and you PAY the strangers.

I'm not sure any of them can redeem themselves at this point. Fuck them.

I'm thinking how would I feel to get an apology out of the blue from my bullies (because the whole if one starts, the others follow is an actual thing) and I'd have a whole bunch of questions. Unless you're prepared for an angry backlash followed by an interrogation that will ultimately center on why did you pick…

Ooooooh! One of my favorite scenes eeeevvveeerrrr:

I can't believe that he has a fan base. What has become of humanity?

Yes. Along with Dorito sandwiches. WE CALLED IT, SUBWAY.

I'm not sure exactly what ingredients are in cream of mushroom soup, but when combined with other ingredients, they render everything fucking delicious. Go forth and Dorito away.

No, no—the large picture is perfect. As is he. *swoon*

This deserves all the stars, and I can only give you one.

How did your panties not instantly evaporate with those words?

And a little Archer.

No. NO.

No, I suppose not. Maybe the idea of wearing something hideous for shits and giggles and deliberately spending money on it is hard for me to digest. If it were sexy gift wrap, I'd accept this.

AND HER SEED IS COVERED. Whatever the fuck that means.

I don't have crazy fundamentalist justify my sociopathic child's behavior on my Google translate, sorry.

Fuck people, and I'm a people. I made it through with a lump in my throat until I got to your comment. Then I cried.

I don't know what I'd make of the man wearing said suit. On the one hand, I'd be impressed with his sense of humor and confidence to wear a suit made of gift wrap. On the other, $109 is a lot of money to be spent on a hideous suit.

Yeah, suddenly, I love Goop. LOVE IT.

What the actual FUCK is vinegar pie? I'm going to google it, so I'm being equal parts rhetorical/disgusted.