You know who was my favorite speaker at the Women’s March? A man, one who used to annoy the hell out of me. Michael Moore. He kept it simple: he provided the number we call to voice concerns to our representatives. Then he told us: call every day. Put it in your schedule along with brushing your teeth and showing up…

He can hold me accountable all he wants. I have over 200 years of history behind me. Come at me, you fucking tangerine.

“I want to put macaque into that deer” -the monkey

Same, after my younger brother died a few years ago, I practically had the video on the loop every night for weeks in a row. That’s why I’ve known for a long time the dude was depressed. People saw the stoner stuff in his music; I heard the depression loud and clear.

Jesus. That makes any prospect of Trump using cocaine decidedly less funny. Sociopathy + blow + stupidity= not, not, good.

Keep them away from the mushrooms...

That’s different. This woman has something wrong in her head. You have a different thing wrong in your head.

Scene- My bedroom, 2 AM, after a bottle and a half of wine.
Players (In a theatre sense, not like, a gross way to say ‘lovers’ or whatever)- My husband and also my me.

We were young, early 20’s, shitty on wine, having laugh sex, where we sort of clumsily bounced around the bedroom, laughing and not totally putting all…

clit/brown/taint-area

The texture makes it feel like you’re french kissing someone with a big fat slug tongue. Even in parmagian.

“he used to be an editor but is now an actor....he has a few jobs” Read: He works a regular-guy job, most likely in retail or food service, and also does acting gigs when he can. He may also do some PA work when he’s a little desperate. *former-industry-person scuttles back into the void*

How much will it cost to see Kristen's bits, because she made my penis move a little.

He says this as if it somehow elevates him above the rest of the peons. Fuck you, guy. I was listening to Eric Clapton and Coltrane when I was a youngster, too, and somehow, I didn't turn out to be a self-absorbed douchecanoe.

Did someone mention guinea pigs?

I was still on Wet n' Wild makeup back then—glad I didn't pay more than 99 cents to make my wide set eyes look even wider set!

doubt anyone on that show right now has the wit of Joan