Haha good that’s how I meant it

Ugh. Where have all the centaurs gone, amirite?

This legitimately activated my gag reflex.

I feel for this person. My grandmother has used opioids to manage chronic back pain for years and its rough. But for every person I know like her, I know half a dozen (at least) who got hooked. If we’re talking relatives, I’m 1:1 on lives saved versus ended from opioids. Those numbers just don’t jive for me.

I am the truest monster because as the oldest of three girls I saw this and was like “Ugh little sisters are so annoying. Can’t she just have her moment without her sister being all in her face about it!?” Clearly I have some unresolved issues. (Worth noting: I would jump in front of a bus for my wonderful sibs.)

It’s not even fair. There should just be a show called Dancing with Laurie and then another show for whatever the rest of them are doing.

You’ve truly given me a lot to think about here.

It’s for bored, insecure Boston wannabes so we can nod along and say “Hear, hear. Too hot! All that garbage!? And who wants to stay out until 4 in the morning anyway? No thank you. Not for me.” and feel better about our tiny, no happy hour, only a little less expensive city.

Ding ding ding!

Ugh... but... sigh... fuuuuuuccccckkkkk

I feel you. I don’t really have beef with beauty pageants. I just thought it was amusing that the distinction between a bathing suit and athleisure is probably minimal.

SPORTS! (Also, that image is exaccctly what I was picturing.)

So we’ll just judge your body in a bedazzled sports bra and lycra booty shorts vs. a bikini. Baby steps.

This just sent a chill through my body ickkkkkkkk

Don’t ever use fabric softener on your athletic gear. It is just nice-smelling gunk that clogs up the wicking and seals in the stink. I worked for Tide/Downy and it is known.

“You know you bought it, if life makes you sweet food.” - Janie Jimplin

THE APPLE PEELING. Because we needed that tired, redundant symbolism to understand that he is evil. WE GET IT.

They’re going to get thick and unforgiving cardboard with no finger-holds filled with a messy wad of scratchy cotton (that I am still not above stealing from work).

AHHH there’s a bartender at this place I go to pretty regularly who charges us THREE DOLLARS for a club soda and I've become very indignant about it. I mean she dresses it up real nice with a lemon AND a lime but $3 for a seltzer seems criminal.

So pervasive is this look, that my friends simply call them “finance vests.” (Glad to hear it’s not just Boston)