I have to correct myself on that frequently, though when I thought Honey Bunny was married to Neil Gaiman, I was in heaven.

It will only be acceptable if she does it after doing her rendition of "Emperor's New Clothes". I think she could pull it off...

$5 says Moiley (typo and it stays) rips up a picture of Sinead at the end of her "performance" on Saturday Night Live. Who's with me?

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...)

She just wants to end up somewhere that's green.

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.

That gif was my first thought just reading the headline!

As a person who suffers from vertigo, I would just like to say that I had to put my head between my knees and breath deeply just looking at some of these pictures. Then I fell off my chair.

I know she is supposed to be an amalgamation of a couple of lesser characters, but I was really pissed that they made her [SPOILER] pregnant and dead.

If he just stood there looking handsome, that would be fine. But something about his mouth reminded me of a llama chewing gum.

He was so bad on Angel, I still hate him on Mad Men.

Ugh, I always hated her. She reminded me of someone I went to HS with who never wore underwear (even on gym days) and always had a look on her face like she had an itchy... personality.

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

for a second I thought it was Kristen Stewart.

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!