I really want to punch these fuckwads.

Smug self-satisfaction is pretty freaking satisfying.

You, like Indiana Jones, chose wisely.

So this is just an everyday thing now, right?

Yep. That kitchen is fug as fuck. And I say this as someone who tries to describe her kitchen as “kitschy retro” when it is, in actuality, better described as “not updated since Truman.”

Fun fact: one of my bestie’s is first cousins with one of the Chumbawumbas. He is a small, unassuming man who wears glasses and, when I saw him, a vintage cashmere sweater.

Stars for “foots.”

Me, too, and I’m totally straight!

*underpantsless

Thank you for expressing my very own feelings in .gif form.

:) My pleasure! Always a good thing to expand one’s personal lexicon, no?

Every time I think about that, I want toevery time I think about that, I want to barf in my hand.

YEP.

Let’s not forget that Captain Fucko over there cheated on at least one of his wives.

I don’t have enough hands.

Than god for the jaunty music on that video. If I’d had to listen to that fucko talk again tonight, I’d have taken a willing header off my balcony.

Well, it depends on a whole host of things.

Well, hey, if it works, right? I never could - too goopy* for my tastes. I could never get into straight coconut or olive oil, either. Honey, on the other hand, I love, if mixed with a bit of water.

Retinoids and Vitamin C have the punch. But be careful, and do your research. Not all products are created equal, despite what the labels may say.

I should have clarified - I really meant the properties of the lotions, themselves.