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Late last year, for the first time in my 30-plus years of living indoors, I got my own place. No parents, no

Rage, Rage, Rage, against the dying of the pike.

You ain't gonna hold the video landscape, then I'm smacking your kid.

Kid. You just been fished slapped.

I don’t see enough Jerry Orbach gifs...

This popped up on my news feed today. FIVE baby cheetahs! I CANNOT do anything but stare at the wonder and wish I was looking after them. Happy day, my lovely friend :D.

That one is so nuts. Well, both church reviews are, but even though this one isn’t mouth-frothy like the other, I think it might be crazier.

If anyone wants to read more earnest-yet-sometimes-pithy reviews of church services, go to the Ship of Fools (the Magazine of Christian Unrest) and browse the Mystery Worshipper archive. Mystery Worshippers have the option of leaving their card on the collection plate. Services get marked on things including the

“Restaurant food was decent but I had to provide my own bread and wine. The next day I was nailed to a plank of wood and died. Would not recommend.”

Yaaaaasss! What man/woman could resist?