WTF IS THIS WONKETTE CRAP. I am not prepared for change.

It ain’t legal in ‘Murica (to most folks’ unfortunate ignorance!!), but I’m too lazy to go googling Canada stuff.

Well, I am imagining that because it makes the world seem less evil and I’m tired.

Plot twist!: That dude is rip-roaring drunk and the lady is laughing her ass off at him. I mean, he does look a little woozey.

It might be a shitty thing to do to your best friend, but I guess if they were your best friend, you’d know if they were preggers or a recovering alcoholic or whatever. And hopefully would not spike said drink?

I’m with you, pookel. I am imagining the text was dreamed up by a little old lady who remembers the secretly spiked punch bowls of the good ol’ days, and someone else dragged up a random image without checking the caption.

I pretty much ran out of food last night and I “made”....a can of baked beans, with some ham chunks in it, and a whole red onion (it was a big can). I’m so boring with BBs. Does anyone have any creative additives? I am lazy and don’t cook much. & I don’t have an oven...

Ooooh....how? tell me how!!

I forgot how much i love dr. ruth.

Also, can we zoom in and read the sign on the paper towel dispenser? I’m so curious.

I didn’t read the article or any of the comments, but that is one SCHMANCY locker room. Lookit those curtains! My bathroom doesn’t look that nice.

Once I was chopping jalapenos for a recipe, stuck it in the oven, then got bored and decided to masturbate.

For some reason it reminds me of this:

So, I’m trying to be sorta logical even though i’ve had a few shots and this just makes me so, so.....nihilistic? Sad? Furious? Frrrrustrated?