This, too, is accurate.

This is accurate.

This just proves that Texas is the biggest embarrassment to this country out of all states. The largest concentration of bigots and assholes who happily celebrate when government acts the way they want it, but throw a huge hissy fit when it doesn’t. My favorite part? For all the cries of ‘government!’ and…

Any word on that Texas pastor? I mean, seriously, he wants to diss his own faith by committing suicide over gay marriage, that’s his thing, but I’d still be happy to help him. I’ll bring my special Zippo.

Oh... oh Gods... I think I ruptured something from laughing too hard... Inhaled coffee... This is going to be an amazing day.

I probably would’ve tried to force feed him that damned empty plate.

The dull and chipped blades are for me to use. You concentrate on getting this Taco Bell down. Let’s do this.

All I could picture was a rack full of dresses with little frowny faces on their tags, desperately reaching for passersby while sad music plays in the background. “Made with 100% Tears of Jilted Brides, Dry Clean Only”.

I won’t lie; this made me laugh harder than I probably should have.

*hands a spoon and a bib, then scampers off to grab own* I’ll join you!

Considering I’ve lived here my whole life, I can vouch for that. It’s nothing but idiocy and outright fuckery here and I wish I could afford to move right the hell out of here. As our Ms. Northup says:

This kind of makes me believe in a collective subconsciousness. It’s slightly less depressing than thinking there are only so many ideas in the world.

I... am gonna need more money. Because I’m gonna need to pick this up.

I love you for this. Like, so much. <3

Y’know, I’m just gonna wait and come back tomorrow. There will either be a ton of happy folk celebrating, or a ton of very unhappy folk handing out torches and pitchforks.

“I’m gonna kill you, but I’m going to do it in the most adorable way possible. Also: om nom nom nom.”

*coughs, shuffles around in embarrassment...*

Man, I’m not even Christian and Oded Fehr can be my official Hot, Sexy Jesus. Seriously, damn.

When the first whispers of a rebooted Mad Max came out, I was skeptical.