Not interested. I know your kind in real life and I will not drink your homemade kombucha and read your musings on the "ephemeral nature of time and days" and I don't care how grounded you feel when you rub dirt on your face to exfoliate.

But Heaven’s floodgates open when we stop making excuses!

...and they're cream filled

I am going to look at pictures of puppies all day and do some gardening.

Hahaha, I dunno about best, but it kicks ass! I freakin love Rush, great live as well.

The German word for stork is "storch."

As a British person I am celebrating in this way: Hope for a Bank Holiday, then celebrate that, whilst not giving two shits about the baby.

Say no more, mon amour!

If someone makes a disgusting kale smoothie and doesn't share a photo on social media, do they really absorb its health benefits?

As a former Thomas fanatic (some 20 years ago) I can assure you that noticing the difference between Thomas and Edward is easy. You'll notice that Edward has an additional coal car constantly strapped to him:

I actually prefer the funnel and tanker truck method for getting as much delicious, delicious split pea soup inside of me as possible.

Anna Deavere Smith! I love Anna Deavere Smith!

Oh, can we just leave the overly-earnest 15 year old alone on this one?

Magiver is the Indonesian Santa Claus.

This story needs to be in theaters by Christmas, directed by Richard Curtis and staring Dylan Moran as their curmudgeon neighbor.

Lots of folks have already given you great advice. I would just like to add that, not only was the guy discriminating against your husband on the basis of disability and arguably veteran status, but he is someone in charge of physical training for children who does not care to make adjustments to his plans when a…

Fuck the Daily Mail, it's a fascist, racist, homophobic, sexist, anti science piece of shit

if it is crumbling the solution is likely more butter - it will help avoid that

Thanks for sharing. That was both interesting and relevant.

Here's what's going to happen. 20 years from now this kid is going to be all grown up and have his own terrible clothing line or terrible fragrance and it will be called "North, by North West." The collective groan unleashed by the combined fans of Alfred Hitchcock, Saul Bass and good film in general are going to…