ME TOO! LET’S GET VENGEANCE-FAT TOGETHER ON PILFERED ROLLS.

Post! Post! P.S....Crafty is almost always my favorite department. I love you guys! ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU FIND OUT HOW MUCH I LOVE PIGS IN A BLANKET AND THEN MAGICALLY THEY SHOW UP ALMOST DAILY. :) :)

Ah, yes. I understand now. Plus I feel special that you replied to me! :) :) :)

I feel like I should already know the answer to this question, but...why all the cans of Mountain Dew? Size reference? Or...other things...?

Yeah this kind of reply just says to me, “I am completely out of touch with the world and have no interest in growing or changing with the times, or accepting the inevitability of my own eventual aging and demise. Let me just exist in this timeless bubble where everybody remembers me as young and great and I don’t…

And he’s simply too busy to ask one of the 1,000 interns/PAs/literally anybody on the set younger than him what Amazon is and what streaming service is. He has somehow magically gone through his whole life the last five years and has never heard of these things. Sure. I believe that.

I have scrolled back up to this three times because I cannot stop laughing.

Yes. That is literally exactly what they want. And those fuckin’ poors better not look too happy while eating their gruel, or they won’t even get that.

I was hoping someone here would write about this. I live in Austin, and this is absolutely ridiculous! Redonkulous? Recockulous? I don’t know, my silly little female brain is getting in the way of me making babies but not breastfeeding them in public.

You can’t buy it at a store, and you can’t order it at a restaurant until after noon on Sundays. Also you have to wait until noon Sundays to buy beer/wine at stores. Also you can only buy beer/wine until midnight every night except Saturday, which goes all the way to 1 am. Texas is weird/dumb.

Me too, with orange juice. Refused to drink it until I was in my mid-20s. And what changed my mind, you ask? Alcohol. Specifically screwdrivers and mimosas.

I like the way you think.

I HATE THOSE GUYS TOO! WTF, lady, why our necks gotta be so hairy? Why?

You...you have dark hair on your neck, too? I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE. It’s like a tight necklace of shame and embarrassment that also sometimes calls attention to itself with zit-looking ingrowns. My favorite part is when I’ll be carefully tweezing all the new bastards that are coming in and then I find one that’s like…

I will try that, thanks! Bikini Zone works some but is not the best.

Really? Thanks, I’ll try it!

ME TOO!

And the post shave stuff doesn’t smell all manly? Like maybe I could use it on my pubes and not be afraid of all the ingrowns ever in the world ever?

I thought that, as well! On the same note:

I know. It was very disappointing. Like I’m supposed to thank cops for NOT raping me if I’m stopped for something. Thanks.