Orangutans freak the fuck out of me because...

Gee, you can’t even see where the Titanic hit it!

I love Kylie’s INTENSELY satisfied smile in this picture. Can’t blame her; if I was married to Galavant, I would never be able to leave my house with him because I would get arrested for public indecency for constantly trying to get up on that D anywhere, anytime, laws be damned.

Things it is good to have 16 more of:

Someone on Twitter yesterday (I cannot remember their name, sorry, but if it comes to me I’ll update my comment) said these pictures look like a doting grandson taking Nana to the beach for the last time.

Oh my god, my mind is BLOWN! I don’t know if I’m just stupid (spoiler alert: yes) or what, but I had NO IDEA the mix-ins compartment folded over like that for easy sprinklin’. Damn!

Some people get sim sickness. I found out the hard way that first person games give me migraines and/or make me barf like a firehose. I’ve loved Resident Evil since the beginning, and I’ve played almost every one of them, but I’m going to have to skip this one and it makes me a sad panda.

He’s pretty funny. He’s mellowed out A LOT since I was a kid; he used to have terrible anger management issues and we butted heads so often I’m amazed the top of my skull is still intact, but he and I get along really well now, which is nice!

True story: my 70-year-old father (well, he was a couple of years younger at the time) saw MGMT in concert and hated them. When he told me, I was so flabbergasted I couldn’t speak for a second, and then I said “WHY did you see MGMT?” Turns out they were playing and he was bored, so he went to check them out. I mean,…

This is just a shitty situation all around. People who aren’t in semi-regular contact with alligators (i.e. basically most people ever) seem to forget just how sneaky and fucking SCARY they are. My dad and stepmother live in Florida and their condo association had to put out a flyer reminding people not to tease…

I was wondering that too, but the tweet mentions that you can book photo shoots in their giant crib, so maybe that?

This scene right here is where I fell in love with Broad City. My favorite part is where Ilana (I think) yells “BABIES don’t need COAT RACKS!”

YOUR LIPS TO GOD’S EARS. I loved that game so much. I’m still not sure how they managed to get it released in the US.

Not so much here in Southern California, home of the godless.

Me too. I’m not a colossal fan of his, but unless he’s one of the worst human beings alive, which I highly doubt, he didn’t deserve that.

And his mother just died a few days ago, which is either really cruel or really unfortunate timing.

That skull back dress would make an awesome wedding dress for a certain kind of woman and I feel like I might be that kind of woman.

The last thing I heard about her was a rumor (I emphasize, RUMOR; I personally can’t confirm or deny either way) that she now runs a very exclusive BDSM dungeon in New York City. But as far as acting, according to IMDB the last movie she was in to actually get released was in 2012.

Somewhere, Leelee Sobieski is frowning at her Starbucks cup marked “Helen”.

Considering how much the neckbeards are freaking out over female Ghostbusters, a female Bond would make their heads explode.