If I were a woman of means I’d totally buy this disgusting old fruitcake just to spite my husband. I’d eat it off my Charles and Di commemorative plate that he hates and laugh and laugh.

Nothing says glamour quite like a stale piece of fruitcake from the celebration of an unhappy sham of a marriage.

Last night’s show was great. Fey, Poehler, Maya Rudolph, Amy Schumer, Paul McCartney, and all those painful faces Springsteen makes when he performs. Stellar night.

A class at my school sang True Colors by Cyndi Lauper at the Winter Concert this year. I cried through the whole thing.

I just called a friend I haven’t spoken to in a wee while; no answer so I left a message. Some time later, after I had sung a Christmas carol or two to the dogs, the phone said “Hang up now” so I am wondering just how much of me singing carols to the dogs went on that message.

Are you not familiar with Mystery? This is his weekend casual look.

I think it is sad how often people who suffer from Lyme disease are then accused of faking it. My sister had to deal with this when she was sick. The problem is the lack of a reliable test. The bacteria that causes Lyme does not easily culture in a petri dish, so most of the ordinary tests are useless. So I feel…

I’d like to know how Gus can get paid for his IG posts. He’ll gladly pose with cat food brands he doesn’t eat for $$. I was hoping I could retire on his internet fame, but so far not yet.

Here’s a fun story about an entitled dude:

‘moderately attractive, fair-minded youngish heterosexual dude’

Mystery approves of Jeffrey Wells epic level negging.

Here, for your viewing pleasure, is a photo of Jeffrey Wells. Straight men are so delusional.

Let’s take a moment to look at the stunning beauty that is Jeffrey Wells...

there’s no way she’d be an object of heated romantic interest in the real world

My mom was a case worker in a rural county and she was called out on a referral because a mother had told her biracial child that he was covered in a large freckle.

That is funny. When I was little, I wanted to grow up to be black and no one ever told me I couldn’t. I found out the hard way.

Nice! Working in one-hour photo labs in the 80’s I saw all the dirty and illegal photos that a suburban hometown has to offer. Just...everything. Every single thing. This was obviously before the internet, so weird stuff was not easy to access in those days.

Imagine all the dick pictures the poor people down at Eckerds used to have to see.