Ironically, this appears to be a 50 Shades of Gray cake (that weird patterned silver tie is the clue), and is thus a straight Christian cake!
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This is *exactly* the way that Drag Me To Hell starts.
"When something, or more specifically,someone, no longer supports the view you have of yourself "
Ladies, I cannot stress enough how important a nice, tight casing is for your kielbasa. And if you aren't using the mustards I recommended, I will stop you and apply them myself.
Curses! Beat me to it.
The merchant, who was a greatly important merchant of monogrammed mulled wine tankards, was devoured alive by a seemingly never-ending stream of lobsters. Twas a great miracle.
Madonna Lactans! A genre of Renaissance artwork, considered pretty darn holy. Although that image you posted is pretty miraculous: if that's the ballistic arc that the milk is taking, it should be taking the back of his head off.
Be racist? But I am le tired.
My headcannon is that they were both adopted by a grouchy Brooklyn deli owner with a heart of gold who keeps them too well fed on pastrami scraps for them to do any more Animaniacs episodes.
That's Madeleine Kahn, my dear internet person!
It's on Prime!? I'd been waiting for it on Netflix, but I hadn't considered Prime! *makes popcorn, pulls up blanket, watches cartoons*
They were so great, and smart. A wonderful indie theater near me once had an afternoon Animaniacs marathon during the town fair, and I sat and watched for hours and hours. Did you know that the Nations of the World song lists Tibet and Palestine as nations? Serious political chutzpah, those guys.
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Fellow children of the 90s, we were raised with Ms. Peters in our Saturday Morning tv cartoons. She was the voice of stray cat Rita on Animaniacs.
Not me, but at my corporate software office, we would sometimes have tea breaks, where a few of us would gather at the break table, make a nice pot of an interesting loose-leaf tea, and relax for a few. Anyway, one of the mates brought in a fancy iron teapot, and for some reason, they decided to do a manly contest to…
My local roller rink has Jazzercize classes, in between roller derby practice sessions and 80s theme nights. The 80s are alive!
Today I learned that Iceland has a tradition of the Yule Cat, a mountain-sized cat that would arrive at Christmas and eat any villager who hadn't finished their winter wool-processing. Finish your needlework, or get eaten by the monster kitty.
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"If I ever get my hands on a dollar again, I'm gonna hang on to it till those eagles grin" A song full of so damn much truth about friendship and money.
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BESSIE SMITH SONG PARTY, YA'LL.
I don't even know what burrito sauce is, but now I desperately want it.