This reminds me of an episode of The Office where Creed wants to start a blog and Ryan opens up a word doc for him.

DID THIS ACTUALLY HAPPEN?!?!?!

My Egyptian Mau, Pixel, was perfectly fine with a leash. Perhaps because they are the oldest domesticated breed? Or maybe it was just because he simply wanted to be wherever I was, whether it was at school, in a car, on a plane, etc. On a plane I'd just unzip his carrier and stick my bare foot in it, and he'd wrap his…

It's been highly stressful. The Debenhams website crashed as I was trying to check out a laptop with £100 off. And then there was a bit of a scrum of students around a display of half price Pringles in Tesco Metro.

I've literally (literally literally, not figuratively literally) just seen someone on fb say it's called Black Friday because it's when Slave Owners would trade slaves to get ready for Christmas.

Dogs have spoiled us with their sycophantic loyalty. I think MOST animals are probably as indifferent to us as cats (certainly geese and pigeons). Dogs are the outlier in my view. Cats are the antidote to doggie obeisance and were created to remind humans we aren't the center of the universe. Their indifference is a…

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Ungreying blood relatives is not how you win The Hunger Games.

YOU CHOOSE TO DO IT, THOUGH! Doesn't count! Also: it's all about me!

Anna's pacing in circles frantically like, "AH! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!" A golden parachute drops from the ether; she has received a fancy eyeliner pen. "Oh, okay!" she says appreciatively, and applies the eyeliner—sans mirror, even—in a perfect wing. Too bad,Anna: the eyeliner is poisonous, sent by…

"Kara Casts Shade against Erin"

This is the weirdest-looking circle jerk I've ever seen.

Can you just chill please

I was going to comment on how unrealistic that was.

If the mod team was to do this, I have to warn the others in advance that Slay and I will win. We own spiked Jeffrey Campbell Litas that are essentially weapons and will temporarily unite to murder everyone with our shoes just because we both kinda bought them since they look like weapons. After that, we'll snark…

I specifically said that I would perish whilst checking my own privilege! But only after taking out Faircloth!

Hillary is at the edge of the water, curls tossing, talking to herself. "I mean, you better TELL me I'm doing the Hunger Games when I accept a job at a damn BLOG," she says, getting worked up.

Everyone immediately runs for the booze. An hour or so later somebody remembers the whole Hunger Games theme and tries to do the whistle, failing miserably and inspiring a chorus of "say it, don't spray it.". An argument breaks out over whether the salute has two fingers or three, inspiring many single-finger salutes.

Clover, who has just been standing there watching, wins.