Numbers two, three, four, and six had better get in my closet post-haste, or there'll be hell to pay.

Okay, how is it that this woman ends up on TV instead of being investigated by child services? Bloody hell, I hope somebody actually looks into what she's doing to that poor child. She's so fucking abusive that I felt my chest clench watching those clips.

Damn guys, the image on that video is wildly NSFW. I mean, I'm not at work, so it's fine for me, but I feel sorry for anybody who does happen to come over here on their work computer right now. The image is huge, right at the top of the page, and made me wonder if I'd somehow stumbled accidentally onto Fleshbot.

Oh, god, the way she runs! It's fast and fluid just like a normal kitty, but those itty-bitty legs!

Okay, so "The Evolution of White Western Women's Hair in Under Four Minutes" is what you meant, right?

Bear-faced, even! He really got the bit in his teeth.

I'm just so glad she was willing to pony up—most people would have hoofed it!

Holy shit, what a badass. There has to be some sort of medal this woman can get, and the horse, too!

OH MY GOD! I have a desperate need to pet this cat. Seriously. So much snuggly kitty!

Hahahah, heart for you.

I guess it must depend on what sort of engineer you're dealing with: my Grampy is a chemical engineer, and I can just picture the look he would give this guy. Grampy would not approve. He might even call the guy a "casserole." ;)

He bought a car to test a ketchup packet. I just... I just can't even.

Really? Because to me, he looks like I do when I'm keeping very tight control over myself. That face, that awkward slightly robotic face, says "Fuck no, I'm not going to cry, this isn't the time or the place."

I would strongly suggest having two litter boxes (the general rule is one box per cat, plus one extra)—other than that, so long as you clean them at least once a day (I tend to shoot for twice a day), the smell should be non-existent.

I know, right? I could be convinced to get a tatoo like that, designed by an artist, and I am not a tatoo person.

She's adorable, she really is. I'm not sure if she was sick—I've noticed that a lot of her stools are quite loose (I walk her quite a bit). I'm wondering if they might be giving her the wrong kind of food. She's so sweet, but she's desperately in need of proper training, too: I've been doing my best, but I can usually…

Aaahh, if only this had come before my cousin's puppy had diarrhea all over the floor while there was nobody home and I dropped in for an impromptu visit: I couldn't leave the mess there for somebody else to find, so I folded my skirt up to my waist and cleaned it up with a million plastic bags and about three rolls…

Holy crap, this made me cry. This woman is totally awesome, and those are amazing pictures of dogs.

I know, right? But then he talks, and you're like "Holy crap, Worf!"

Have you checked in your pants? Is there a penis there? Is it a prophetic dream? Are we going to be attacked by evil mutant outer-space penises? If no, I am out of suggestions.