It’s a tough one this week, I’m torn between the thrice-served steak & the closing-time soup lady, but am putting my money on the former, due to previous steak-related idiocy. NO, WAIT! Make that the margarita drunks! Fuck, I forgot about them!

Haters gonna hate. I would wear the shit out of this sweater.

If she was like me, it would be a string of curse words more colorful and creative than the actual sweater, and the only physical project would be a knotted pile of yarn.

I mean, okay, it’s tacky and a little ugly... but it’s better than anything I could ever knit. That shit has heart.

That is an amazing sweater and you are a bad and wrong person if you think otherwise.