I’m not a trophy hunter, so maybe I’m just ignorant about such things, but I don’t even understand his desire to shoot a big-ass elephant. He couldn’t bring home any “trophy” from such a kill, could he? Elephant ivory is illegal as shit in the US, is it not? What was he going to bring home? A picture and the warm,…

Will you hire Harriet the Spy and Encyclopedia Brown to assist?

Will it be akin to a Nancy Drew endeavour? Either way, keep us posted.

Eagerly awaiting ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ to show up and comment on this one.

Oh god me too. And I’m not even a Reese fan, but she has this sociopathic sparkle in her that makes her believable/compelling in characters like Elle Woods and Tracy Flick.

“Hermès imposes on its partners the highest standards in the ethical treatment of crocodiles,”

Like Cliff on jeopardy, he's not technically wrong: hawke didn't fire his gun in MI1 either.

I think of Topher Grace as the poor man’s Tobey Maquire?

My grandma got married again after her first husband died and she wore HEAD TO TOE FUCKING RAINBOW FLORAL WITH A GIANT FLORAL HAT. She gave no fucks. It was a glorious 1962 wedding.

This is the correct face to make whilst being pet by Her Majesty.

fuck all of them; josephina was where it was at

The economy is not and never has been bad for Per Se and the people who eat there.

I trust they’ll figure something out.

but in all serousness between him , Trump and 25 other clowns + Chris Cristy, their debate will make an epic drinking game

Back in the 80s, a friend from college invited me to be her bridesmaid. We lived hundreds of miles from each other, and had only exchanged brief letters in the years since graduation. I shouldn’t have accepted, but I thought it would be fun to see her and the people we used to hang out with.

Put a wing on it.

Imma let you finish but I just have to say Queen Soraya of Iran’s 1951 Christian Dior gown was the best 20th century wedding dress of all time. I’ll let The Royal Order of Sartorial Splendor take it from here:

My parents got married in the early 80s in North Carolina, and it was a stressful day: my mother is the tenth of thirteen kids, so her parents’ house (where they were getting married) was FULL of people. My dad’s parents weren’t there, because they disowned him for marrying a black woman (his older brother came,…

My late husband and his best man were in charge of transporting the liquor and the wedding cake to the hall before heading off to the church. They very carefully filled the trunk of the borrowed Lincoln with all the booze, then gingerly set the cake on top.

I realize there’s typically at least two weeks per summer where not having air conditioning is next to unbearable,