That's creepy as fuck!

Do you learn to not be overwhelmed by kindness? My history is terrible but when people show me kindness, I become overwhelmed with tears. Does that happen to you?

OMG—hugs! Family can be the worst.

OMG. Your grandmother is crazy. You are a gem.

Recording artist, says Wikipedia? Say what? If she's a recording artist and actress, then so am I.

And I am NOT.

Don't do it, man. Wait until the next public passive-aggressive stunt. Then it's shots fired, and you're cleared for take off, my friend.

I would also like one with a flame-thrower option. I will pay extra for that.

Oh their little "mehs" made my heart warm. Bless you, anhalibut.

What was Snowflake?

Yes, yes yes yes, more stampeding baby goats please!

Oh, well, perfect! How sorry do I have to be? I tend to regret nothing and I am a terrible actress.

Erm, not even Catholic to boot. I try to play nice with everyone.

Cool. I really like him and think he's doing great things for Catholics. But I'm an agnostic heathen that practices kindness with a healthy dose of fuck-itness, I'm pretty sure he won't accept me in his cool kids club. It gives me the sads. At least my dog will be accepted.

She's dissolving from the inside out, I'm sure of it. That's straight-up acid.

And I nastY!

Not so much dangling balls as brass ovaries.

Throw a bottle in front of that glare, and it shall be chilled in three seconds flat. ICE. DAGGERS.

That's straight-up stink-eye/death glare/withering gaze. It's the natural progression from side-eye.

That's straight-up stink-eye/death glare/withering gaze. It's the natural progression from side-eye.

That's straight-up stink-eye/death glare/withering gaze. It's the natural progression from side-eye.