I am starting to think I might have preferred nuclear Armageddon before I was born to the current hellscape that is Intellectual Property.

Wait, why was the left shark the hit? What did the left one do that was so special?

On the one hand, when I hear stories like this, I want to counsel her and say, "Lady, you are going to spend some of the best years of your life with a guy whose best days (and possibly sanity) are almost surely gone." On the other hand, he does have a private island. My husband certainly doesn't have that.

Regarding Tom Hiddleston's alleged hotness: no.

You're so vain, you probably think this open letter is about you.

All of these letters annoy the shit out of me. Everyday HuffPost inundates my newsfeed with open letters to exes and exes new partners and moms at grocery stores who looked some way and moms with kids who acted some way and heavy women jogging and... and... and... it's endless. Ugh. Stop. Just, seriously, stop it. To…

This is a bunch of self indulgent crap.

Open letter to various;

This seems like one of those situations where the only right answer is, "Don't!" If there are children or a shared workplace or group of friends involved, express those sentiments. Do it privately. Of course, that means that the person you're expressing those sentiments to might then respond, possibly with some views…

Whenever I read one of these, I always think of Rachel's weird, drunken date phone call to Ross's machine in Friends.

This breaks my heart :( Poor kitty must have really suffered. I hope the surgery is successful and he is never wanting for Fancy Feast or cuddles ever again. Brb gotta go kiss my kitties

this is such a good point. I've always maintained that cats would definitely survive the zombie apocalypse, but I never considered they could be patient 0

Clearly hadn't used up all 9 lives. Hang in there Bart!

Archers, ranked

Unfortunately for archery's future, Anderson can't look at a woman without quivering.