At a guess, they’re shown a picture of a naked man. If they get an erection, they’re out.

You’re the Assman!

In my tribal language, auth means butt, so whenever I get a credit or debit card receipt that says auth code, my mind automatically translates that to “butt code.”

I especially like the black shape, which looks like a single sock careless dropped from the laundry. That really pulls it all together.

Oh, that’s very good.

Is that legai? What’s wrong with new york?

Hubby might actually be my least favorite word. Along with snuggle, lippy, and any other word that makes an adult speaker sound like a toddler.

All abbreviations and acronyms shit me to tears. USE PROPER WORDS.

What about ‘hubby’? I hate that one.

I am so with you. The word bestie or BFF just irritates the crap out of me. It reminds me of just... vapid people who have lever left middle, high school. The same people who have 15-22 bridesmaids at their weddings. And on that note... add the word squad.

Given how a photo “selfie” (god I hate that word so much) is simply using your camera to take a photo of yourself then she’s beaten by about 180 years and to be honest the first self-photograph is a pretty cool pose.

My husband died in 2009.

Veggies are delicious. My late meal yesterday was a squash and onion and cheese casserole, a side of carrots stir-fried in butter, and a cup of stewed cabbage. My mid-day meal was a juicy tomato with mozzarella cheese, basil and some balsamic glaze. I had pineapple and yogurt for my late night snack (and a couple of…

If so JK’s sign language was the worst I’ve ever seen.

A pen, confetti, a shitty tiny notebook? STICKERS? Come on, what was this Zoella person (I have no idea who this woman is) thinking when she put this shitpile together? Was she wondering the pinata-filler aisle at Party City? Have some self-respect, lady.

Please, please please say they used actual Sign Language for this and not some stupid made up bullshit. I’d love to know that deaf people could enjoy a movie as-made and without captions.

Genuinely though, what would be the value of survival in a world such as that?

I learned to do laundry at a very early age and refused to let my mother near it from that point on because of her uncanny ability to shrink anything that could be shrunk and her inadvertent experimentation with the colouring of fabric using the dye from other garments.

Togetherness was so underrated.

Sad story time: I love green bean casserole (GBC). Yup, I’m a lapsed Midwesterner who was raised on a steady diet of random hot dishes, meat, and potatoes. Anyway, I always put those little French fried onions on my GBC. They’re delicious. They’re crunchy. They’re all around good. I, too, enjoy a bag of Funyuns every…