You’re coming off very defensive here, buddy. Try decaf.

Then stop flying past my hearing aids, you bastards.

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Ope, needs more ranch, but yeah.

Try pickled strawberries. I know, sounds weird. Works surprisingly well!

No thank you. I don’t think I have ever willingly ingested a Cheeto and I’m too old to start now. More for the rest of you, I guess!

Morrissey is a shit, but he did say “I can laugh about it now, but at the time it was terrible.” Here’s hoping. 

This is a fantastically important point that you’ve made. They probably *don’t* have $6K to throw down on this. Not all at once. But they probably do have $100/month for the next 89 years! Solid plan.

Fine, I’ll charge DOUBLE.

I think if I added up all my debts and mortgage and threw in enough to make sure WeePiglet could get through college and then have enough put by so that I could work doing something I enjoy but perhaps doesn’t pay super-well, I could price my self-worth at around a million bucks. But that’s a one-time thing - I…

I guess that’s the price she’s willing to accept for her self-worth. Or whatever it is that she feels is being injured here - I’m not sure she has any self-worth.

This is the ultimate goddamn question. WHAT THE FUCK do these people do for a living that they can afford to literally throw nearly $6,000 in the trash? And why can’t I do whatever it is that they’re doing?

Gosh, it’s really too bad she can’t just.... walk away from this gig.

$5,700? I could have told those people all of those things for half that price.

I love how mad people are getting over these women, who are literally at the top of their game, daring to be proud of what they’re accomplishing.

I would give so much to have Meghan and Harry dress as Tammy and Ron Swanson for Halloween. Like, SO MUCH. Money, blood, a limb, you name it.

As expensive as that would be, I would be filled with the giddiest of glee should that happen.

I love Tiny Tower. At one point, I had a spreadsheet going of which of my people wanted which jobs so I could move them around accordingly. 

Probably on occasion. You have to live dangerously sometimes.

You’ve never licked the beaters after mixing up a cake? Who hurt you?