It’s not above-board, and I agree that it’s still not healthy sexual behavior. I was just making the point that, sick as it is, it’s just a notch or two lower on the WTF-meter than putting quaaludes in someone’s tea without telling them.

I read Holly’s book and she made it sound like Hefner at least asked, “Would you like some quaaludes?” before dosing his partners.

I never imagined a world in which that felt less gross to say, but here we are.

Call me naive, but that one I believe.

It’s ok. As a long-time GTer, you know I love Walter Brimely like he’s my dad. Because he basically is.

MIND. BLOWN.

WAIT. A celebrity got paid to endorse a product they were kind of, “Meh.” about? You mean Kim Kardashian doesn’t drink yesterday’s energy drink? And Wilford Brimley didn’t love Quaker Oats before his diabetes? And that chick in the commercials for back pain pills might not really have back pain?

I DON’T KNOW HOW TO…

They generally post the episode on Lifetime’s website the day after it airs?

I get that Marie Antoinette is probably super fun for dressup. Wigs! Powder! Lace! So much dress! But it’s a comparison I’d maybe avoid, if I were a Kardashian.

UnReal was marketed by offering the first four episodes online before they aired. I watch it on Tuesday mornings, while my husband is at work and I’m between errands. (There’s a long wait in the middle.) I don’t think that counts in their ratings, but I do watch it - and I’ve never sat through an entire episode of The…

... but then he’d spend less time with me.

It won’t let me turn him rightside up, but that’s him.Trying to eat the camera. Like you do.

Ask him to spend more time with you.

Our cat came from a dumpster, where he had several brothers and sisters. You clearly have a sibling, as this cat is an evil supergenius.

This is horrifying. And probably accurate.

Joke’s on you. We’re pretty sure this asshole would survive a nuclear fallout.

Good news! This one has had a perineal ureteroscopy - he can’t get a tract blockage. (UTIs are fun little surprises, though, aren’t they?)

Sh*tty K*tty: The $2000 Dumpster Cat

He’ll be an illustrated book for kids someday.

Should I ship him in a box with holes, or no?

I’m typing one-handed because he’s sleeping on my right forearm and thigh, with his head on the side of the laptop.

His eyes are closed, but I can never tell if he’s faking.

I am not your boyfriend. But if you want to teach him a lesson, I’ve got an extra you can have ...