I’m almost done with the first season of Preacher and I was so excited when I found out they were a real couple. This breakup makes me very sad.

Same. I have the DVD set and re-watch every couple years. It’s so good! That said, I did show it to an ex who’s about 4 years younger than me. He didn’t find it funny. We broke up.

Welcome back, Muck!

That’s fucked up.

Sigh. That gif gets me every time.

Ugh. I had the same reaction.

Oh, I haven’t seen Wedlock, but I love Mark. Is it worth a watch?

*barfs forever*

I’m very happy that you didn’t go back to his house. And the cannibalism? Wow.

Holy crap. That’s crazy!

I like Charli’s older stuff, but I tried to listen to Pop 2 and couldn’t get into it. I usually like EDM, and even the poppier EDM can be OK, but I found Pop 2 to be fairly unlistenable. The songs mostly sound the same and it’s all generic high-pitched singing that just grates on my nerves. I feel bad cuz she seems…

Hempz lip balm is awesome. I recently switched from Eos & it’s so much better.

I don’t disagree with your comment that large corporations pollute more than our personal choices, but it’s not within my power to bring down DuPont, Monsanto, et. al. I do my best to not support those companies with my personal consumer choices. And yes, each and every person’s personal consumer choices do affect…

That’s asinine and abusive

Bringing your own re-usable bags is not the huge inconvenience you’re making it out to be. And re-usable bags hold up much better on the bus or if you need to walk to & from the grocery store, or take the bus, if you can’t afford a car.

I immediately forgot what she looked like as soon as I scrolled past her face.

Oh, I didn’t realize that! Sweet!

I had Halo Top recently. It was OK. I prefer to just eat a little of the full-fat/real sugar stuff, honestly. I don’t need to eat the entire pint.

Yeah, I usually eat a quarter or a half and save the rest for later. Sometimes when I leave the rest in the freezer, though, my roommate eats it when he has the munchies :( He can’t help himself, apparently. I told him to go to 7-11 and get his own damn ice cream.

Sorry, Fartz. Hugs!