Wait wait wait. I learned in teh schoolz (I honestly can’t remember what class but I think it was Psychology 101 or something) that we basically have like built in facial recognition software and for those of us who it’s functioning well in, it’s totes normal to see faces in everything.
Are you telling me they lied to…

Why is there a tiny angry baby in your burrito? ;-)

I took this photo two years ago of my burrito. Look closely, once you see it, you can’t unsee it.

No, I am the walrus. Ku-Ku-ka Jew.

People keep saying “neurotic” like it’s a bad thing. Refusing to sit with my back to the door at a restaurant has kept me alive for this long, thank you and shut up.

Oh dear. What will this mean for me and mouse potato?!

in those of us who are always on high alert and waiting for the future to fall apart because of a minor decision we might have made ten to twelve years ago.

lol

I sure hope he’s able to overcome that and find success in his professional and personal life. :)

Four horses of the poopacalypse?

And I looked, and behold a brown horse: and his name that sat on him was Deuce, and Feces followed with him.

Please dear god let someone say something un-ironically for a change.

BRB writing fanfic.

The sketch is talking about guys who respond to anything period related like they have a case of the vapors.

My grandfather fondly remembered his own mother making rhubarb pie - and ONLY rhubarb. No strawberry. He actively refused to eat rhubarb pie that contained strawberry, which meant that for years he didn't eat any pie at all. For his last birthday, my mother asked the chef at the restaurant we were taking him to to…

Nah, fuck this. They had a chance to cancel this when it actually meant something, and they didn’t. The “special” is their way of testing the waters for a Jill/Jessa spinoff and of financially capitalizing on the continued interest in the Duggars and what happens to them. I can’t decide what’s worse—pretending like…

By cute, I mean my underpants were cute. The delivery man did not have stripes on him. Although, he may have, but I was too busy blushing my eyeballs out of my head and wishing my lungs would fill up with blood to notice what he looked like.

Always remember the Lord cares about the content of your uterus more than he cares about the lives of children starving all over the world.

Omg so this is really all my fault. I can’t even get pregnant to get an abortion! I have a lot of soul searching to do. I’m causing droughts all over the fucking place.