Aww, I can't get it to work either (though with the reactions below, maybe that's a mercy).

Seriously, my Mum (110lb normally) gave birth to my brother (10lb at birth) vaginally, but she should have had a c-section. The doctors totally dropped the ball, and she very nearly bled to death right there.

Hey, hey, hey, nobody's ever been hung for witchcraft. Hanged, on the other hand... */Pedantry*

Judging from his eyeline, he's either looking at the guy next to him or checking out her shoes.

Exactly. I have my great-grandmother's elbow-length cream kid gloves, and they look friggin' awesome.

Has the headline been changed? Because I really don't see the snark. Slight sarcasm, maybe, but no snark.

I actually get that one sometimes. It's common in women in their twenties and it's call "Peri-oral dermatitis", which pretty literally does mean "fucked up skin around the mouth."

Ahahaahah, awesome. I don't think that would go over well with my roomies.

If I didn't have roommates, that would be me every goddamn day.

Hahah, oh no! Some people find my Dad gruff, but never with me, and he bloody loves the songs (seriously, he made up his own tunes and everything). I think it must be partly because of his love of poetry—I swear, he can remember and recite every poem-like thing he's ever read. It's funny how different our mental…

Damn, then I guess I've always interpreted it wrong (my Dad would always read me the Hobbit, starting when I was really, really little, and he sort of took it to a more upbeat, alright let's go kick some dragon ass and get our gold sort of place). I'm totally with you on the rest, though—it needs more fun, less epic.

Wow, this is looking way too dark. Especially their reading of that song! It's supposed to be a drinking song, not a bloody dirge! I get that they're going for foreshadowing, etc., but I feel like that does a real disservce to the Hobbit, which did come first, after all, and which is supposed to be way funnier and…

LMAO. Best description I've yet heard.

Oh, god, I missed the elevator one—don't tell me about it. I can't end up with both a fear of exercise (boobs entering my chest cavity, WTF?) and of elevators: how would I ever get to the next floor?

Can I just say that AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, fuck me I'm going to have nightmares about that and I don't even have implants! Jesus fucking Horatio Christ!

Yeah, I guess the idea is that God did some of that handwave-y magic he's so famous for, and somehow that infant just wasn't touched by the sin that contaminated the rest of us—why the big guy couldn't do that for the rest of us and had to incarnate himself into his son through that woman so that he/his son could die…

Epic. Legendary. A subject of myth. All of these describe what you just did.

Oh, shit, that's good. It's the sort of thing that really, I know, but that it's incredibly hard to keep track of, especially when it's only recorded as true somewhere in my head. Nice to see it written down.

I know, right? I came to the recap relatively late (I always watch it Monday evening, so I don't read the recaps until then), so he would have had loads of time to take it down. Blurgh, what an ass/possible troll.

Seriously, me too—that was such a dick move. Who doesn't put something like that in a reply at least? I would much rather have have my own honest out-of-the-blue reaction than know it was coming the instant the barn doors open. If that guy is reading this: Dick move, sir. Dick. Move.