Ok, so it wasn’t just me then? Thank god. At one point I turned to Mr. Echo and confessed, “I’m bored,” and then was worried that there was something wrong with me because I just wasn’t getting what was purported to be one of the cultural phenomenon of our time.

I love your username so much. So, so much.

When I heard the announcement, I said to my husband, “Great. Now I’m going to love him more...”

I just responded to someone upthread that I have no doubt that I absolutely would have fallen for the fake cast trick. No doubt. 

I am still disturbed by scenes from the Mark Harmon TV movie from 30-odd years ago. Mark Harmon. There was a scene with him just whaling on the girls in the sorority; it was so vicious and desperate. It pops into my head at night when I can’t sleep and I hear sounds in the yard.

I was born in the late 60s, so by the time I was in my late teens, the books and television movies were out and everywhere. To this day, when someone says, “But s/he seemed so nice! (some variation thereof),” I respond with, “You know who had friends? Ted Bundy. Ted Bundy had friends.” And that trick with bandaging up…

Sorry! Boxed macaroni and cheese. 

The name of the colour. I assume you’re not Canadian. That is exactly the colour of your Kraft Dinner after you put ketchup in it. 

That sounds so cool :)

I. have. no. words.

Hang it on your Christmas tree next year. 

I feel weird starring this...

I’m not crying...

“Goddammit, Mabel! You helped me pick out ‘Starless’ and ‘Raven,’ and now here you are in ’Obsidian!’ You’re ruining everything!”

‘Ketchup in Kraft Dinner.’

It means you’re a reasonable fucking human being.

I blame Pinterest. 

Not only calls you out, but disavows all knowledge of your existence. “Who? That guy? Don’t know him. Oh, he says he’s with us, but he’s not. Just don’t let him in, ok?”

He says “Women love it” (strongly disagree).

Thanks for taking one on the chin for the rest of us, you glorious cunt, you! :)