I've just watched several videos of tortoises turning over their friends who are upside down by doing exactly this — running their head up against the lower edge of the upside down tortoise. For example:

I love that the cat could run away, or jump away, at any moment but was like 'I'm not giving you the satisfaction you thing.' and just ignored the turtle.

Fuck yes. I'm starting a new job in early 2015 and I'm so worried about the swearing. Like, someone is going to be like "Who let this uncouth lady work here?"

I've done this before. I'm the weirdo at work who make sure the fridge is clean, or at least doesn't have the food rotting in it for weeks at a time. Sometimes people will leave really nice glass containers with the locking lids in the fridge for weeks I will wash the food out, and leave it sitting on the counter for…

I fucking love swearing :) It makes me feel most alive and authentic at times.

Seemed like nearly everybody dropped by . . . except Hugh Laurie. But if he's not going to collect the photo that's been sitting on a shelf for so many years, I CALL DIBBS!

Well, my kid is kinda freaking out, but he's eleven. He lost about a hundred (fake) followers.

Mine is 94% real! Yes, America's Baby appeals to the REAL PEOPLE.

"That guy dancing with Couric" was David Hallberg, American Ballet Theater and Bolshoi Ballet principal — and TCR guest. Also there: L'il Buck Riley. Clearly no one here knows dancers!

Well, now I'm crying. He just seems like the loveliest man. A genuinely kind, brilliant, and hilarious person (which is not to imply our politics are perfectly aligned, blah blah blah).

Seriously... Cookie Monster is the cutest thing evarrrrr.

I lost 73 followers, but only had 72. I now owe them a follower.

HaHA, I lost zero followers, because apparently 166 humans like pictures of my cats and face.

I hope you're around when the batteries die on that thing

The technophobes in my life are all getting LED flashlights. My dad whipped one out at Thanksgiving and it was like Man's discovery of fire.

Do you leave your iphone in the kitchen and then stretch the cord across the hallway, into your bedroom, and then close the door to simulate appropriate nostalgia? Do you then scream "God mom, I'm on the phone! Don't pick up the receiver! Gosh. You're ruining my life!" into your empty house?

I'm getting more of a Hedonism Bot vibe.

I got a Lelo for my birthday a couple years back. It's the gift that literally never stops giving... orgasms.

Does that vibrator remind you of anybody?