Uh oh. I accidentally saw an email last night that my cat sent to this photgrapher setting up a special photography session with his wonderful owner NEXT WEEK.

I use that soap she’s holding on my son, it makes him smell like a little orange sugar cookie! We also use their diapers, baby has skinny legs and no waist and their diapers are cut a little slimmer than others we’ve tried. I actually hadn't planned to use their products because I find the whole operation a bit smug…

Don’t you dare talk about Michael like that. He has been through so much.

Is that... Comic Sans?! Surely that can’t be legal.

other take

As a woman that is also married to a fucking moron I suggest Kim embrace the ideas that she isn’t responsible for anybody’s actions but her own and that what other people think about her is none of her business. I mean, she won’t but I’ve put it out there.

Excuse me Yoko, but my life is fueled exclusively by spite, and that’s working out pretty well for me.

Why are we so paranoid about what pregnant women see?

I am the only person in the universe that uses Instead? It’s basically a disposable cup. And GREAT for having sex during your period with out the mess.

You forgot about the Softcup, which you can use for mess free period sex. Changed my life

She is just making comments, which are valid and have a point. There is a great deal of unfairness in the world; she is simply talking about one area. She can’t cover everything in one soundbite!

Is that Kai you know Kai Ryssdal? Because I fully support you naming your children after NPR personalities. You can follow Kai with a Michelle (MEE-chell) and then an Ofeibea Quist-Arcton (gotta go with the whole name on that one)

Ok Kylie. Let’s talk.

I feel like lottery tickets are a shitty Christmas gift under any circumstances, but for a big shot to give scratch off tix to the crew seems like such a bummer, gift-wise.

Well she was valedictorian of her high school!

Whoa. You are not kidding.

Is it just me or do they look like safety pins?

Alex Trebek. We were going to town, sweaty and frantic and he kept yelling, “Who is....your daddy?” over and over again like they phrase it on Jeopardy. Suddenly he pulled out and I was standing naked in front of the studio audience, crying.

Forget my weirdest sex dream, LET’S TALK ABOUT SPIKE. Good god, I would do very bad things with that man, (with his fake accent)