How is Bill Murray not on the wedding officiant list?

Maybe they just misspelled atrophy?

It rhymes with Chewbacca.

As a former compiler of football statistics while attending my ACC school, I totally relate.

Fudge.

Does anyone have a gif of Corgis goose-stepping? Because that would be hilarious.

From the looks of their jaws, that entire family went to a farrier for their orthodontia.

True enough, but when they tried to wrap rubber bands around leaf peepers, they fought back. Bring on the lobsters!

So Mr. Rodham was a stinky asshole?

Nellie Tayloe Ross, elected governor of Wyoming in 1925, five years after women gained access to the voting booth. Old girl lived to be 101. You know she had some stories.

The fucked up part is that the lobster is older than anyone else in the picture.

We have a neighbor that just loves to tell the hysterical story of how they tried to leave their cat behind but the durned thing found its way onto the moving truck and ended up coming with them. Oooohh heeheeeheehee hilarity! Assholes. The same cretins have a kid who tells my kid that he should go to church.

Thank you for what you do for the pups.

This is the picture that NBC Charlotte is using of her. There are others floating around.

Is that going to show up on the Carfax?

Which member of the Rolling Stones was it this time?

You misspelled investifarted.

This reminds me of the time I was in the water with my two sisters and we spotted a familiar triangular fin at a not-too-distant sand bar. One of my sisters looked at me and said “is this a bad time to admit I’m on my period?”

It’s a long story, but I work in the antiques field. It’s a little bit of archaeology, a little bit of historic preservation, a LOT of academic historical research and writing, a little bit of international travel and diplomacy, and a dash of sales. I’m using the degree I earned, working on objects and issues I care…

This is the world’s finest form of procrastination. I’m working on an enormous, deadline-sensitive writing project right now. Over a million words have come out of these fingers since Thanksgiving. If I’m here, I need the break, but please tell me to go back to work if you see me.