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Yes! A friend of mine who grew up in Jaipur said when he was a baby, his mother left him on a balcony and a female monkey tried to take him. She dropped him when his mother threw a shoe and he ended up with a broken arm, but at least a human mother.

Crazy or not, she is the real Aunt Viv.

NO.

i LOVE the snap at the end and holy hell she was in GREAT shape.

That’s not the real Aunt Viv but ok

My favorite Viv 1.0 episode was when she wanted to audition for a dance troupe. She worked her ass off and killed it. Then collapsed as sooon as she left the room. So good!

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Don’t forget Aunt Viv 1.0's dance moves! Years later, and this clip remains one of my favorites. Forgive the lower quality of this video. There are others on YouTube but they didn’t include the first part of the scene, where Viv quips to the two snooty women about how she’s been getting private instruction from an

Pour one out for Uncle Phil and Dark skin Aunt Viv

Counterpoint: it’s not a very good photo at all. The lighting is fucked and it consequently out of focus.

Also, I have anthropomorphised this moment, I know, but two days before my cat died, when it was obvious she was failing and had, earlier in the evening, not even been walking two steps on the ground (this happened VERY quickly, as it tends to at the end with CRF, and, yes, I took her to the vet the next day —we opted

My kitty is a little old lady that is glued to my side, too. Though she is not a jumper. We have to elevator her into the bed because she’s chubby and not agile or springy. She also always responds whenever I talk to her with her old, gravely, barely audible meow.

My cat fucking loves me. She loves people in general, but she is especially attached to me. She is at the door when I get home from work. She will paw me for hours after I get home so I won’t forget to give her love and affection. She follows me everywhere. If I go in the bathroom without her she claws the door till

Only one of mine loves me. The other two just yell for food. However, he loves me a little too much. In fact as I am typing this I am reaching over his 19 pound body from an awkward and uncomfortable angle to accommodate his need to sit halfway across my laptop keyboard and my lap. He’s not moving. I tried. He came

Hi PoopIssues. I’m feeling really failure-y lately and this struck a chord. I’m very sorry you’re feeling down on yourself. Internet hugs to you, hang in there. Message me if you’d like to talk or anything.

Anyone who is appalled by the tone of this email is adorably inexperienced when it comes to receiving emails from the executive leadership down to middle management and below. The genre is always self-congratulatory and filled with ‘team wins’ that mean nothing to the recipients, but the execs feel like ‘sharing the

ANGEL BARTA!!!!!!!

SAME

Whatever happened to that crazy person who used to post lengthy conspiracy theories on Gawker and Jez about Marc Jacobs stealing her thoughts?