I love how she seems to make everyone around her giddy with joy. Ohh, throw my arms up and beam like the sun? OK!!!

Are there three mystery spots or am I just imagining one above her left hip and one near her right breast?

Brussels sprouts taste like sadness.

Yikes, she's become some kind of feral, attention-seeking pageant monkey. I think she may be suffering from Post-Disney Traumatic Lack of Awareness Syndrome.

Much much better. Could have done without the cardboard Roker though.

Ack! I just can't stop being distracted by how Conan looks like a giant next to Aziz. If we are going to have Aziz as our imaginary husband, I need to the world to stop diminutizing (?) him.

And sometimes the death of a relative who is "god-awful in many ways" will only bring the sweet relief of knowing you will no longer have to deal with a lot of bullshit and heartache.

Blaming the plagiarism on his poor time management skills is some rookie bullshit too. He was lazy. He prioritised other things. He had a hangover. Who cares; it doesn't belong in a letter of apology.

Their junk makes everything they wear formal.

It's the most dreary "vagina here" road sign ever.

Well, Mr. Paul, "the pursuit of (your) own rational self-interest and (your) own happiness IS the highest moral purpose of (your) life." So adios amigo.

Does Victoria Beckham's son look like Tom Hiddleston? Maybe I've been watching too many Hiddleston dancing videos. Ok, I need to put on pants and go outside today.

Oh, oh oh oh yes. I actually gasped when I saw this last picture. Hmmmmm.

My favorites are the ones who, even in the middle of their little baby tantrums, manage to giggle a little — like the girl who jumped up and down till her pants fell down. Also, interesting how most of the younger siblings very blatantly mimic what the older sibling does, except for the little girl at 1:27 who doesn't…

Oh Jim Bob, you are the handsomest man who ever put 22 babies in me, but can we pause this speech for ten minutes while I give birth to #23? No? OK, never mind. I'll just hang on till you're finished.

The hair and makeup alterations do just as much —if not more — to change her appearance as the Photoshopping does.

This looks EXACTLY like my niece — who was born in 1981. I always suspected that girl was a time travelling class-crossing British debutante.

Doonan is a shit. I stopped reading anything with his byline years ago.

And don't forget that if you get sick (esp. cancer) that you can chose to cure yourself with positivityness. Ats a fack, Jack.

I guess that will teach him to keep his mitts off mom's phone.