Saw this earlier and all I could think was that it looks like a sentient breadstick.

The enemy of my enemy is my newspaper.

Spencer did nazi that coming....

I miss the old Gwyneth, before she became a parody of a rich white person. I think it’s the lack of gluten in her diet that’s doing this to her.

I am too old and tired to keep these kinds of friends. I admire those you can put up with them enough to consider gifting them. I found I narrowed down my friends significantly in my forties, and now in my fifties, I am down to three and they are more than sufficient. My pets make five. 

OT: I know I’ve posted this multiple times but please sign everyone!

I’m basically the little girl in the yellow shirt right now.