i’m in the same boat with you. i’m a sweat box, born & raised in nola. i’m sure the fact that i was born in july and my dad is a natural sweat box is not working in my favor either. thanks a lot genetics (and being born in the best place ever!) *dabs brow*

i would totally do that. like it’s not even a game with this one.

i can’t even deal!!! so much blackity black!

seriously though, my loins and my black pride can’t take it. this movie hasn’t even finished with casting yet and i’m already trying to figure out who i’m taking to the theater with me to go see it and how i can preorder the dvd. like, we’ve reached peak blackness with this one. i didn’t think we could ever top black…

ya’lls boyfriend, my husband.

it’s not so bad if you focus on michael bae’s tight ass in that bodysuit, which there totally wasn’t enough of.

i saw it and am only a casual fan as well and thought it was fucking hilarious. but also, i love kittens, was high as a kite and have the sense of humor of a white frat boy (i’m totally not though). i think if you enjoyed their brand of comedy before, you will enjoy it. if you didn’t, then it clearly isn’t for you.…

its great. cheesy, horrible acting, but beautiful people in ridiculous situations. just awesome.

so many of these gifs are from the “under the cherry moon”-era, further proving my point that that movie was the most awesome bad movie ever. i can watch it over and over.

thank goodness my back privates are my best asset, so i don’t have to worry. i can continue letting my ass hang out as i’ve been doing. whew!

that should be everybody’s biggest fear. now i’m back and have watched it for another 5 minutes. i’m 100% fascinated.

i work with teens. i’m sure made that face at least three times today already.

peak hotepness. also, she’s batshit crazy.

what in the everlasting hell is going on in this gif? is she having a seizure here? i’ve been watching it loop for about 5 minutes now. it fits my life so well.

bobby, here’s a hug. also, you might officially be one of my fave jez writers (well behind the awesome one that i know IRL).

jesus fucking yes yes to this. my past two exes were guys with great personalities who i had to umm....warm up to physically. they were also the two biggest assholes i’d ever come across in my life. and pisces. so now i avoid portly men born in late february/early march

i hate those people. and considering that i hate ben carson, i’d say this is accurate.

i own a cat, feed 2 strays and a neighbor’s cat who found out where the good stuff is. my cat is 17, has lived in 4 states & has led a good life. the neighbors should keep their cat indoors. i’m putting them all on the line for this outfit. ALL OF THEM.

i feel like furs were made for the sole purpose of dropping that shit onstage. i don’t want one unless i can make that happen (which since i can’t sing, i guess i won’t ever be getting a fur)

it is. i know so many good people who are publicists who have to act excited about utter bullshit.