Thank you. From the bottom of my (cholesterol clogged) heart. The best thing is that my grandmother lives right by there, so I have an excuse to hit it on my way home. Yay!

Need. Address. NOW. (It'll be worth the $20+ in tolls and LIE traffic...)

Pft... he owns a Dremel... why waste money on a dentist???

Do they at least explain what they do with all their (exceptionally gross) "savings"? I better be hearing about a gold toilet seat or something...

I would love to see more of Lizz and Judy. Dammit, gonna have to write a script.

Don't forget the data di triple cane. (Thank you, Google translate.)

Down with embarrassment, up with periods! Period pride!!! Fear and ignorance are the enemies! (My mom had a super-detailed book on the female body and all it's workings that I was able to peruse to answer all of my questions. And the questions of every last one of my friends.) Seriously, who do we have to fuck to…

Last day? Now I'm sad. Good luck, Anna.

Ugh.... dimples!

whenever I imagine Louis talking, I hear his voice as Rallo Tubbs.

As long as you bring a 6-pack.

Or maybe Pat is a female officer, married to Harry Heine.

He is married to Ophelia Butt... Ophelia Butt-Heine.

I had a dream that I went water-skiing with the Hemsworth brothers on a lake that had giant dinosaur fish in it. True story.

I am so happy that Pope Palpatine stepped down.

DUCK!!!!

This is exactly the look I would have on my face if someone put that on my head and did that to my eyes.

Coke pupils.

Crack kills... not guns.

He is totally adorable. My husband looks like a cross between him and Tom Hanks. Trust me... it works. Hummina.