Are you me? Seriously, that's my flight plan every time.

Love.

Yes! They work all these rags better than Kim/'Ye.

Epic comment is epic.

Your comment, with this detail, was as much a punch in the gut to me as the rest of this horror-filled story. For a moment, I didn't even understand why it would impact on the same level as the main awfulness, but then it became crystal clear: Reporting that the rape victim wasn't a virgin when she was raped — and we…

You are right. Pope John Paul II was pretty clear about it.

The hallmark of a sociocat is a lack of empathy!

Terrence Wet-Wipe Howard can fuck right off. Steve Harvey can ... I don't know, don't care. But the baby wipe warmer thingy? I'm OK with that. There's a place in my life for that. On the bedside table, to be specific.

My fantastic new-old dog would have seen it, but he was too busy cartoon-baby-lamb hopping all over the room to pay attention. IT'S WHAT HE DOES.

Throw in a couple of classes on Excessive Espresso Consumption and Advanced Boredom Masturbation and that's it: I'm going back to school.

*Googles Anaconda clip ... hits play*

My version of this is already playing in my head. IT'S SO GOOD. Give AJ all the Oscars!

Loathe though I am to give Jon Voight credit for anything other than his roles in Midnight Cowboy and Deliverance, as well as his genetic contribution to Jolie, I have to admit, he might be on to something here. Just not for the Michele Bachmann film that he's imagining.

*approaches hot guy* You know, a recent study suggests that having sex with me could actually save your life. Now, it's not certain, but why risk NOT having sex with me?

I'm inclined to like any story that contains the phrase "turds everywhere," but I've got to admit that last paragraph really bummed me out.

You are correct. It's a clown alley. #dontknowwhyiknowthisbutido

Obviously. You monster!

Ooh! I love that slider graphic. Baby's all, "Oh, you don't mind if I shove your liver into your right boob, do you? Yeah, doin' it anyway."