If it’s sexist to vote for Hillary because she’s a woman, is it also demonist to vote for Trump because he’s literally Satan’s bunghole?

The only way to woman right is if you parrot back everything a man says, and otherwise sit quietly while looking pretty otherwise BACK TO THE KITCHEN!

It was impressive how fast Elizabeth Warren went from “their one woman friend” to a total traitor. Now they’ve glommed onto Jill Stein to prove they aren’t sexist.

I’ve actually got an accidental rope burn on my neck due to a tubing incident and it in no way looked anything like that. Didn’t wrap around at all, just sliced up the left side of my neck something awful. They’re all so full of shit their eyes are turning brown. That poor girl. I still have my scar some 15 years…

Can I borrow a feeling?

And they did it because they gave us a grave in the opening season and had to put somebody in it. Not any real reason beyond writing that scene and forgetting to fill it. You could see them realizing that “Oh shit, if we’re gonna kill Laurel off I guess we should do something with her, I guess.” So the last few…

Is the gif from Much Ado About Nothing? Why can’t Tennant and Tate be in everything together?

I wish the companions would interact a little more beyond when you exchange one for the other. Like you come back to Sanctuary Hills and there’s a massive fight that breaks out like here.

It’s also rated R. They’d rather just plop it in a dead time and see what happens than try to run up against any big hitters.

I had some little snot shits steal a christmas ball that projected stars I had dangling over the garage over the weekend, so I decided the wrap one of my many leftover skulls in red lights and put it out instead. The perks of being far more into halloween than christmas.

Congrats! I just hit the climax in mine, maybe another 5K words to go then freedom! This is my 10th novel, so it feels a bit old hat but I still want to celebrate, this year with getting to play Fallout 4.

While waiting for a pre-wedding meeting with the pastor to go over our compatibility test everyone had to take, my husband and I got into who would play as who in the first Lego Batman game. I agreed to be Robin because I got to be Indy before. Compromise is the key to every successful co-op.

Yeah, pretty much. They’re kept around to do a transfusion. They don’t just draw and store it but knock both animals out and run the blood from one to another.

I was never around when the cat was needed, but I did help with the blood dog doing a transfusion once. It was not a happy ending, but the dog was a sweetie pie.

I used to work in a vet clinic in high school. The front was the offices and was closed off by two doors. On a dark Saturday afternoon when the office was closed, two of use would come in to walk all the dogs and feed them. I came in early to start vacuuming and organizing the front alone. Most vet clinics have a cat…

Oh Ianto...Damn you Davies, you heartless monster! Don’t know if you’re a gamer, but Ianto’s actor voiced a character in Dragon Age: Inquisition and there’s a level when you have to fight of a giant demon. I about had a heart attack when the demon had the same voice as 456. No, you can’t kill him again!

Once, when I was really out of it thanks to cold medicine, I ordered a tortialla soup and asked for a bowl. It took a moment, but I realized I meant to ask for a bread bowl. Then I made fun of myself by saying, “No, I don’t want soup in a bowl, just ladle it into my hands. It’ll be fine.”

She was the runt of the litter and stayed tiny but muscular. Despite being six years old people still think she’s a puppy. The fact she LOVES everyone she meets doesn’t help that situation.

Mine is the same, though she’s a 60lb black lab so finding clothes that fit her is a challenge. But the second I bring something new home she HAS to wear it. Bugs me, won’t let me sit down until I take off the tags and put it on. Nut ball.

My husband had the idea for a sapphire a good, shit, has it been eight years? I fail at anniversary stuff. The jeweler was ecstatic to do something that wasn’t a diamond.