Right? Also, ‘conversation’ isn’t always productive. We can have ‘conversations’ about how the earth is flat, or how evolution doesn’t happen, or how my washer/dryer leads to an alternate dimension full of nothing but right socks, but NONE OF THOSE CONVERSATIONS ARE PRODUCTIVE. If you want to have a ‘conversation’ you…

The conversation, as it stands right now, is that CHILDREN ARE FUCKING DYING OF EASILY PREVENTABLE DISEASES AND VACCINES DO NOT CAUSE AUTISM YOU FUCKING IGNORANT FLAMING COCKGERBIL

I am only providing the opportunity for a conversation around the issue.

“Michael Bolton is a major cinephile”

The look they give Michael Bolton when he starts the chorus and Andy’s, “What.” gets me every time. So so great.

When my niece was 1 1/2 -2 years old and going through the phase where she thought it was hilarious to constantly throw her toys on the floor to see how often we’d pick them back up, I sang this to her ALL THE TIME. It was her theme song. I love it.

That’s really the best one. It's amazing in the video

“That’s not my dad! That’s a CELL PHONE”

yo, that was pretty weird, but we’re back in the club.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GROUND!

I love the Lonely Island SO MUCH. The absurdity of Threw it on the Ground makes me laugh out loud every time, and I sing it on the reg to my food and toy throwing infant.

...“Lazy Sunday” aired in the winter of 2005. I remember it vividly. I watched SNL cross-legged on the floor of my parents’ family room and watched, mouth agape. It was like nothing I had seen before, but in fairness, I was 14.

I fucking love Lonely Island. “YOLO” is one of my favorite songs in a non-ironic way. It’s the first time I’ve found Adam Levine to be extremely sexy. “Jack Sparrow” makes me pee my pants and also has one of the best gifs to send to a loved one:

I peed on a stick this week and it came out positive. I’m so excited. My husband and I have been trying for a few months but thanks to the stress of my mom wandering and getting lost for 5 hours at a time, it hasn’t worked. Until now.

“Only I get to decide if I’m humiliated or not — why would people assume I am humiliated by my own breast, nipple or body?” she said. “I didn’t realize my boob was such a big deal — it was nothing to me.”

Yup. She gets to decide how she feels about it. I’m glad to hear it was a positive rather than a negative experience.

A commenter on the last post requested that this is the photo we use for him from now on. A damn good idea.

It should be the 20, mostly because Andrew Jackson was legit an infected asshole with leakage and puss coming out it. And I would rather see Harriet Tubman, a true american hero, on it instead.