She was an active and willing participant in the days-long torture, rape and murder of at least two teenage girls (that’s the evidence that was found. God knows what hasn’t been unearthed), and the Christmas Eve rape and accidental death of her little sister (again, there’s video). 

Canadian here: I have to go Google SantaCon now...

He probably had to wear those sweatpants. They’re the only thing that fit him now.

I’m trying to star your comment, and it’s taking away stars. I’m sorry!

Thank-you! We think he’s magnificent. And derpy. Magnificent King of the Derps :)

Mother of Fuck.

The Angel of Derp. Here he is at the holidays. Your Christmas Angel of Derp.

This is him wondering why the delicious bees are flying away. YOU LICKED THEM, DERP. THEY DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIENDS ANYMORE.

Huskies are the derps of the dog kingdom. I referred to mine as a derp in my post, too :)

Oh. My. God.

She’s magnificent.

Can we talk about that coat? CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT COAT? That is a beautiful, badass duster, man. That coat.

Me too, sestra.

I just burst into tears

This is our Husky/Greyhound cross, rescue dog, Farley. Before he came to us, he got hit by a train. He’s a little... derpy.

Holy cats. It’s like a scene from a movie. Wow.

Oh, that man and the babbies. Can we just fast-forward twenty-some-odd years to when he’s a Grampa? The cute will cure everything.

I use Popsicles in drinks frequently. Lime Popsicles are equally delightful stirring up a gin and tonic or a (non-blended) margarita. Cherry Popsicle? Rum and Coke.