What indigenous group or pueblo are you from? How do you feel about designs and patterns being take from your people and used to profit a company?

I just want everyone to just watch My Mad Fat Diary instead. (You can catch it on Hulu, but the original ultra ‘90s music is found in bootleg streams):

Sorry, but Pop is a goddamned national treasure. Nic Cage found a map to his house on the back of the Declaration of Independence.

Is anyone going to ask men about #metoo or is it only potential female rape victims who get interrogated endlessly as to whether they’ve been raped? Maybe she feels she can’t afford to be truthful. What an ungrateful dumb bitch.

It’s one of my favorite movies, but there’s no way Miller’s Crossing is more famous than The Usual Suspects.

Actually, no. Criticizing Likud, or Kadima, Shas, Labor, etc, is something most Israelis do on a regular basis. Nothing anti-Semitic about it whatsoever.

Hot take: my beloved Sansa Stark is too good for that Jonas person.

I am just going to keep saying this everywhere, because I have zero other words but I feel this knot in my stomach:

Infusium 23. I have thick, curly, humidity induced frizzy hair and it’s the only product that seems to help. It’s the only way I can wear wool hats in the winter too.

Infusium 23. I have thick, curly, humidity induced frizzy hair and it’s the only product that seems to help. It’s…

My dad always said it’s not really Gatorade in there, but I had no idea.

Here’s an article that mentions a few.

Shhhh! Don’t let Us Weekly hear. They’ll start a “men! They’re just like us!” section and we’ll have to look at inane captions like, “they drink coffee! They have shoes on feet! They have skin on them and breathe-why for so they breathe? Why they peoples?” I don’t want to live in that world. So let’s comment REAL…

All I can say is from personal experience: best decision I ever made.

That was probably really smart Drew.

After passing Favre in career yards, he decided to go after a few more of Brett’s records.

*Stefan voice* This video has everything: metallic lipstick, marionettes, dancers in Ikea organizers, nail technicians, mirrored hoodies, and breakdancers on hover boards.

Preferably I would like my (potential) world leaders and my comedians to be smarter than I am. Sadly, I am often disappointed. Sadder still, it’s not because I’m all that smrt.

If I’m paying 31 million buckaroos for my wedding, it must include Idris Elba interrupting the proceedings, declaring his everlasting love for me and marrying me on the spot while David Bowie sings “Life on Mars.” For starters.