can I buy a signed print of that

I love the clear and present “Your move, IRS” subtext that lurks under every aspect of this fabulous stunt.

I sent them this:

Nothing controversial about it - he is totally rocking that sweater vest (and I think it’s kind of hot).

controversial statement:

LOL at the preview for Fatal Flip. Count me in.

He looks like Madame Tussaud’s version of John Stamos.

Is anybody else completely bothered by the fact that the house details are ALL Wrong.

It’s like the casting director said “Get me someone who kinda looks like the FH cast, but is also the complete opposite of all that.”

YOU IDIOTS! These are not them. YOU’VE CAPTURED THEIR STUNT DOUBLES!

NAILED IT.

Thank you for the reminder to set my DVR! Watching TV in the Pacific time zone is both a blessing and a curse.

Why were the Olesons standing up in that picture? They were 9 months old when Full House started.

This entitled housewife looks back at her impressionable child and calmly says “She is yelling because that girl deserves it, the service is terrible every time we come here.” And then she looked me straight in the eyes.

Many years ago at the group home for developmentally disabled teens where I worked there was a resident who really, really wanted to go to the best steak house in the city for his 18th birthday. He had behavior and anger issues, but was determined to earn that birthday dinner, and he managed it. So another staff…

God, that last one is like a Monty Python sketch. It’s ex-ice cream! It’s ice cream pining for the fjords!

OH MY GOD why lord why

I feel like cookie dough is objectively more delicious than cookies. I don’t even feel like this statement is an opinion. Like, cookies are weird and dumb and frequently gross, crumbly pieces of shit (and even at best, they’re just tolerable), while cookie dough is an extension of the joy of the universe.

They’re both terrible decisions. I give the edge to medium venison guy. Putting salt and pepper on it IN FRONT OF THE CHEF? That is so so bad. It’s not even the way it was ordered that is the worst part. Salting and peppering something without even tasting it is insulting, much less covering the damned thing. My drunk…

My aunt would come to my college softball games and weep because she wasn’t allowed to join the track team in high school or college. My own kids think nothing of the Women's World Cup, girls being physically stronger than boys, or their mom being athletic. It's normal and that is a victory for us all.