Because they’re both thirsty as hell, that’s why

That story was the only thing I ever read that made me feel a little bad for Spicer.

I had a similar thought the other night when PriceofEggs Jr was doing something annoying (I mean, he’s still very much an infant, he’s still not remotely old enough to be doing anything intentionally annoying yet: he just likes screaming at the wee hours of the night at a pitch that shatters glass and sanity both).

Single Prayer Healthcare.

A Venus Spice Trap

Oh my hell, best wishes to Snyder’s family. This is absolutely heartbreaking.

In my seventh grade Home Ec class, I made a stuffed pig for our sewing unit, and I named him Kosher. He still lives in my parents’ house.

Gustaf is an excellent name for a stuffed animal. (I am admittedly partial to this because I recently named a stuffed animal Gustave after Gustave Moreau.)

Me too. It’s better than therapy.

I had a teddy bear that my brother hated. He tried to flush it down the toilet, turned the burner on the stove on and put it on it, threw it out the window of our car while I was sleeping (a nice couple behind us saw it, pulled over to pick it up, then followed us until we stopped to return it). Through all the damage…

I had a large white mouse dressed in medieval  armor my dad gave me. I named him Usebio. I used to put him on my dog and pretend to joust! My older bro held him hostage when I would annoy him. My grandma kept him and was buried with him!

Friend posted this on facebook:

Go Baby go!

You guys ever post something online and/or here and instantly regret it?

I’ve made a few posts across the Gawker Media sites that... went down differently that I expected. It’s odd to have a crowd suddenly turn, carrying knives.

Let me get a few more bourbon and diets in me and I’ll be posting regrettable stuff all night.

Can ah git a Yas Kween in here

Patt Lupone’s thoughts on the matter. (I adore her and hope the link works.)

Comey should spill all the secrets about Drumpf.