Please do not surprise me with Rose crying, I need some sort of a warning. And now I need to watch that episode again.

My kingdom for a button down I can tuck into pants! That reaches the end of my wrists! That doesn’t leave a gap showing off my bra! - the tall, not-skinny woman’s cry

“Tyga, caged”

“If Joanna had a baby with French doors, it would be shiplap.”

Yes yes yes. I have seen the movie so if it’s not a fair portrayal of the real McCandless then I apologise but the McCandless in the movie is a selfish brat. He walks out on his family without a word - not caring if they’re worried sick because he’s on a journey you guys. He doesn’t respect nature, doesn’t take the…

I’ve maintained this since reading the book in high school: Christopher McCandless was a stupid, naive, unprepared dink who thought he could piss in Nature’s face and get away with it. He got lucky a few times, but sooner or later if you don't respect Nature it will kill you dead.

It’s so strange that the popular narrative is so intent on making this woman into a villain. She’s makes perfectly innocuous music that a lot of people seem to dig and she’s not an obnoxious creep about her success. Where is there a problem that necessitates this?

These “stories” about Louis Ck; they’re rumors cobbled together into muddy accusations. Jen Kirkman hates you for continuously reporting on this non story.

I’m pretty sure Jen Kirkman explicitly denied that it was about CK, which seems like a big omission considering how pissed she was at you all for tying her to CK in the first place.

Oh this dumb shit about Louis ck again? Wake me up when you actually have something on him

Is anyone else slightly disturbed that we all just decided to accept Louis CK is a sex offender based on random, unrelated stories about random, unrelated comics acting creepy?

Please start writing Food Network Fan Fiction IMMEDIATELY

Tooms grooms

His body neither corpses nor withers; it regenerates every 30 years. Being on that show, though, is likely very similar to living in a nest papier-mached from your own bile.