You were almost blinded by irony.

FUCK that doctor.

My globetrotting friend broke his wrist in Canada.

If you’re gonna get grievously injured, do it in a country with national medicine.

Oh fuck that dr.

Fuck that doctor. 

I once gave myself a serious corneal abrasion when I jammed a hockey-stick shaped piece of moulded plastic into my eye. It happened as I was being given a tour of a facility that required hard hats and protective eyewear for visitors. Yes, I almost blinded myself with the arm of a pair of safety glasses.

While on mushrooms I fell over when someone asked me the time and I tried to look at my watch.

I was rooting for Stella Stevens and her big rack

When Shelley Winters died heroically I (a small child watching with my parents one New Years Eve) I cried so hard my parents had to pause it so I could collect myself. 

Airport ‘77 beats both on account of its terrifying VHS cover

I watched Movie 43. It still haunts me to this day. 

YES! 70s disaster films are my jam. I grew up watching them on TV, in the summer, with my friends. We’d each pick a survivor to be our avatar, which made the experience so much more fun. I usually picked the pretty girl, and they usually died in some gruesome way. SPOILER ALERT

Her face is such a mask, with a cat-like quality which cannot be the product of natural aging, and reminds me of Jocelyn Wildenstein or Cayetana Fitz-James Stuart, the late Duchess of Alba.

I can look at a photo and tell, FFS

So ...seen the scars, they say. Really, they needed to see the scars?

Why do we keep digging around the Trumps for evidence of things that are right in front of our faces? She’s the third wife of a wealthy, famous man with a history of infidelity and sexual abuse. Of course she’s a cynical, social-climbing phony.

Not really, they should but you were probably raised on a steady diet of plastic barbie dolls instead of images off healthy, happy women. Seems to be the standard for anyone born late enough.

Did a quick search on the moth woman...Yeah.