Didn’t you mind the book where Jesus comes back and kills everyone? It freaked me out.

Nope I meant 2016. It’s been a bitch of a year, but so was 2015. In a couple of years we’re going to look back and wish we still had it this good.

I’m fairly certain that the birds falling from the skies is right up there with the sun turning as black as sack cloth and the mood as red as blood as a signal of the Apocalypse.

If Voldemort hate-fucked the Emperor, their baby would be 2016.

Scully: Mulder, I’m sure there’s a reasonable scientific explanation for this.

There’s been an active conversation about all the deaths being related to the rise of celebrities in the 1960's-70's and the ages of that first “class” of very well known musicians/actors/athletes.

Oh good the old bait and switch.

Just me or... ?

Two hours for a hot drink? That doesn’t sound very simple to me...maybe if you’re planning on having a few people over and want to make something in advance for everyone.

That little flailing kitty arm, in the beginning. 😮

There really is a gif for every occasion.

Ikea just needs a sign:

Calm down, Gramma. Dwayne reminds me of my little brother.

Swedish ghosts make you assemble your own flat-pack coffin before killing you.

A Swedish spokesman added: “Maybe needless to say that the fun in it is overrated. A long night of sitting still, only to then risk getting into trouble with the law.”

The meatballs are made from horses.

15 minutes before closing: “I can’t believe we are doing this. We are legends!’

I did this once at a Victorias Secret.