Yep. Those little strapless bras work about as well as buckling a belt around my tits.

I would have thought the poo emoji would be more popular, mainly because it is amazing.

FYI: the BMJ Christmas issue is tongue-in-cheek. What they're actually doing in CARTOONS KILL: casualties in animated recreational theater in an objective observational new study of kids’ introduction to loss of life is satire, with samples deliberately chosen to produce a specific outcome.

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

I think Arya will end up with the widest array of different looks of any character in the series.

I agree with you that the people telling you to read the book are being annoying and stupid.

I bet you, given that they were British asshole boys, they called each other "cunts."

My birthday is exactly a week before Christmas, and as such, is almost always the day that my office chooses to have their holiday party. This has happened several times over the years with various jobs, and it is generally uncomfortable and has occasionally gotten weird.

The most memorable, however, was several…

This is always the best, imo.

I came here to learn how people deal with me, to be quite honest.

That's pretty foxy!

MEAT'S BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS!

That there is a hot dwarf at all is one of my many problems with the hobbit movies. Peter Jackson has lost his damn mind.

Mark, can you confirm that this cat is, in fact, alive? Did you see her breathing? Because the way her face is planted in that bed makes me think we may have a "Weekend at Bernie's" situation, here.

I didn't plan my wedding at all. I was walking in the park and happened to cross a man on his way to the grocery store. On the spot, I handfasted us using headphones in my pocket and just in case he was jewish (I couldn't ask, that would ruin the spontaneity) I made him crush a discarded can of coke. Mazel Tov! I…

I wanted one of these so bad as a kid, and my parents wouldn't get it for me because they thought it was a stupid fad toy. Well, JOKE'S ON YOU MOM AND DAD. Puppy surprise is back and now I'm a 30-year-old with a salary and an unknown number of baby puppy-sized holes in my heart.

Remember when 'curate' referred to something you do in a museum?