My brother got so drunk at Christmas two years ago that when I tried to drop him off, he ran out into the middle of the street and I hit him with the car. Luckily, no injuries, but that was a fun time explaining to my parents why they heard a bump and tires squealing.

This is much better than my thank-you idea. I am a little too far removed from the knitting scene, all I could come up with was a sheep. I was pricing Merinos (they deserve the BEST, y'all!) when I realized this might be more trouble than it was worth.

Excuse me?!

Best part so far was our last remaining party member somehow making it out of the caves to the next checkpoint with about a thousand thrall on her ass.

People, I adopted a three-footed baby kitty this weekend. His name is Toby.

NO one can beat this dream-team!

Those managers are enemabags. So is anyone who gets snotty about pregnant women trying to exist while being pregnant.

Lana.

So many heroes. But I loved that last Buffalo that finally risked his own life to scare off the last lion. I call that buffalo, "Jack Bauer."

Every time I look at the photo you used, I think the gorilla's floating. As if they don't have enough advantages already, they now levitate.

Crews putting the patriarchy to bed.

Women can't win. If we stay silent about our harassment/abuse, people will blame us for not saying anything. If we DON'T stay silent, we're still condemned or worse, killed. When are people finally going to understand that WE are not responsible for the actions of men? This man was so insulted that a woman would…

Not Pierre Cropptoppe? Not Joachim Von Skirte? Not Benjamin Klee-Vedg?

I like JanBow because it sounds like an aerobic exercise that I want no part of but which will become really trendy.

The end bead on a string of anal beads.

Rabid homosexual activists

Everyone please pipe down, a man is talking.