He is spoilt! We have spoilt a wild deer.

This reminds me of a bomb going off on the 60's Batman series.

This reminds me of a joke my grandpa used to tell me:

As an addendum to the Grinding section:

I made it to 0:30. She's singing to herself in a mirror like she's trying to brainwash herself. It reminds me of the self-esteem song from Daria.

They would even mix it in with their sweet tea.

I swear by canvas totes.

The real tragedy is omitting this entry:

ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?

Each Christmas, several of my friends and I do a themed, secret-Santa gift exchange. A few years back, the theme was "As Seen On TV" and I got an Awesome Auger.

I am loving Workshop so far. This is exactly the kind of stuff I was hoping to see here.

I've done this. Not sure I'd do it again. I felt way too full way too early in the day.

I've never been on both sides of an argument before. This feels weird.

The cat's just mad that she's taking a vertical video.

It gets worse.

When I first tackled drywall, I was amazed at how much of an "art" it was to get smooth lines and clean seams. I'm unfazed by hard work and can follow instructions, but some detail work is more finesse than anything else. I wouldn't mind seeing more articles about how to get better at the finishing touches.

I think it's more of a Greater Gawkerverse thing.

Not that this isn't incredibly shitty and cruel (it certainly is), but how is it that these articles are typically written with more bitter contempt than the ones reporting on people killing their spouses and children? We're numb to that specific brand of violence now? That's as sad as kicking a squirrel into the…

And perhaps most anticipated, the Hangover Recovery Bloody Mary with garnishes galore including candied bacon, chicken apple sausage or shrimp.

Rather than holding a camera, I'd be holding a garden hose. Gotta go? Don't forget your bidet.