Give me The Real LHOP or give me death. Adapting the show, my ass.... *grumble grumble*

sounds... great. totally fits with my nocturnal/expelling waste in corners/ cutting fruit at night/loving high vet bills lifestyle.

haha! i know. i looked at the headline... looked at the photo... headline... photo... headline... confused.

a water glass on a record player?! have some RESPECT, people!

well said.

agreed.

NICE.

YES!!!!! I LOVE that book so much!

ME. TOO. I cried when my family visited PEI when I was sixteen. I’m so excited and SO SCARED.

what is this stuff wrapped in?! i don’t mean the plastic. is that, like... printed text talking about how great this heroin is? like advertising? why does that strike me as so weird?

It’s very generous of you to correct his punctuation in your rephrasing of his post.

yes, precisely.

her attorney has yet to MEET HER? i’m assuming this is standard proceedure for over-worked public defenders. i’m suprised no one has picked this up pro bono.

same here:) we flipped that damn cassette so many times...

I am so sorry for your loss. Music is such a powerful gateway for our hearts. I hope you were able to find joy in this day.

damn, a tender Christmas is the only kind of Christmas I will ever want. Thanks a lot to setting that unattainable expectation, Amy.

oh my god, i feel the exact same way.

When I was little, I changed the line to “A tender Indiana Christmas...” and it worked. Now that I still feel a certain claim to that song and insist it’s about my home state, even though... it’s not.

Just seeing her hugging that fucking tree makes me happy. I LEGIT thought Amy Grant was my big sister when I was little, her voice was such a part of my universe. She. Is. Christmas.

their legs are tooouucchhiinngggg.