Ugh— the mom cut, which is essentially a reverse-mullet.

Thank fucking GOD! I have a pantry full of Nilla Wafers and a fridge packed to the gills with Cool-Whip. I, currently, have no idea what to do with them.

There is no such thing as subtle British humor. I don’t know where people get that idea. Look at Monty Python, The Goon Show, The IT Crowd... etc etc etc. There is nothing subtle about any of it.

I respect the hell out of a good barber (or hairdresser, as the case maybe). It’s a true art. Anyone who thinks otherwise is plain wrong.

But I love being able to choose which commercial for a car I will never buy I’ll sit through!

Is it just me?

Both look a little like Emmanuel Lewis, to be honest. . .

Sure, but do you really think those people would walk out of those salons with the tips?

That’s like $60 worth of diarrhea or constipation.

What a true corporate hero!

See, here’s the thing... you live in Europe, where stuff like that actually matters.

I love reading this stuff. I feel like I'm listening in on state secrets.

“Poog”

You can only push up so much. . .

What’s the point of having children if you farm the work out to servants? Is it like a weekend hobby?

Fuck OJ Simpsons, the 1972 Olympics and Conrad Hilton for foisting this mess upon the world.

ha! Remember when people thought Hugh Grant was sexy?

Positively catty!

That’s all I got out of this.

Ha! Fair enough...