I hear the same word pun at one of the places I work at least 5 times a day. Best part is it’s a pun soeone can ONLY make if they’re unhappy. So they’re bitching at me AND making a shitty pun so bad and overused I want to stab myself through the brain with my headset. S’fun.

Goddammit, and I was so hoping to sleep some time ever again.

I always saw the Peeta/Gale choice as a choice of Peace/War.

Went to Oradour a few years ago.

I can't help but think of the entire post as a blog version of the lessons this woman teaches to the girls she has tied up in the basement...