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Two questions, thankfully unrelated:

The only way this could be better would be if it were set to infinite loop.

I don't have a leg (bivalve?) to stand on as I hate two of the most beloved foods around (bananas and bacon), but oysters are DELISH. With lemon or a tiny bit of mignonette and a nice fresh gin cocktail. I admit I closed my eyes the first time I tried one, but they are fresh, briny little morsels of goodness.

Vladdy needs to lip sync to Putin' on the Ritz.

When Doctor Whom proposed, I wanted to get him an engagement present. He politely declined my idea of another ring, because he's not such a big fan of jewelry other than his wedding band (which actually cost more than mine—man has expensive taste in some things). I ended up getting him a fancy pair of cufflinks to

I think she could look a little more muscular/badass, but I like the costume itself—more practical and interesting than a strapless star-spangled swimsuit. The color and motif of WW's costume was supposed to be a diplomatic nod to the USA from the Amazons, so I could see her adopting this version out of respect if a

Dreyfus is Clouseau's superior, who is driven mad by Clouseau's bumbling methods.

Shouldn't he be dressed like Inspector Clouseau?

The "warning to others" is rather dumb, but I think these are hilarious. I'll be wearing them for me, not my husband (who, for what it's worth, thinks they're hilarious). I do feel a bit like a bloody monster sometimes.

Executive Transvestites are in a class unto themselves.

But what does RU Paul think? That's the only R. Paul I care about.

I mentioned this on the io9 post, but I think it bears repeating: I'm having so much fun matching the bottles to BPAL scents!

I don't really care about her one way or the other. That coat merits its own photoshoot, though!

The model is beautiful! I'm having trouble imagining wearing the far right outfit (my favorite of the five pictured), since it's not a dress but a rash guard and pencil skirt. Neoprene at the office doesn't seem like the most comfortable idea. Reaching for a joke about diving into the secretary pool...it's gone.

Gilbert Gottfried to me does not read "funny and nice." Try "shrill and overwhelming." How many guys who know they aren't conventionally attractive try to console themselves with the fact that they are funny or nice when they're actually the dreaded Nice Guy? It's a false equivalency. If H = Hot (H) and F = Funny, H =

I don't want to punch the judge or the rapist, I just want to introduce my fists to their faces. And Swedish meatballs.

Wow, Mugatu can really turn it OUT.

I love how many layers his post has (although I don't love the layer where he had to deal with the racist comments/commenters). On the one hand, you have a dad being awesome, taking care of his kids, brushing his little girl's hair (still something society thinks that men don't do, although I'm sure tons of dads do).

Not gonna lie, I bought "best bitches" for my sister and me. But I would LOVE "I'm a cool mom!" Also, no "It's October 3!"?

I think I'm going to start matching these up in my mind with Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab fragrances. I can dream, right?