My friend’s mother was interested in some yoga classes but without the “spiritual crap” that comes with it because Jesus Christ comes first in her life.

Sorry, but that post drove me to have a swig of bourbon, right out of the bottle. Then I screamed at the cat for a minute or two. I am doing much better now.

Don't be stupid be a smarty. Come and join the Nazi party

Just do the yoga routine from the P90X workout. Nothing will make you believe less in a god quicker than having Tony Horton whisper-yell at you to be more flexible in your warrior pose.

It’s actually quite difficult to mistake Jersey City for the Gaza Strip.

I want to be Sophia, that is my dream right now. To find a nice guy and be happy despite having jerk exes.

The idea of Gwen celebrating Thanksgiving in Oklahoma has made me realise that life is truly meaningless and we’re all soldiering on for nothing. Thanks :(

I loved how Sofia’s twenty-something son was fanboying the hardest over the wedding.

1. Why is Guliana Rancid your “dreaded son”?

I can’t even imagine how you could whip yourself into enough of a frenzy to bother making a sign and heading to a demonstration in favor of a language.

PROOF. INCONTROVERTIBLE PROOF THAT THERE IS THE RIGHT ROPE FOR EVERYONE TO HANG THEMSELVES ON.

It’s almost like he’s just a person and not imbued with the spirit of a random god.

Dammit, why does he have to go and fuck up like this? I was really counting on him not to be a shithead like everyone else.

This is a beautiful and heartbreaking image.

Once in a while he shows us that he’s got more spine than so many of his colleagues on the right.

At least John McCain has her back (or did in 2012):

I actually quasi-dated this guy (Jared) in college. I say “quasi-dated” because all we ever did was go to the mega-church he attended (if you couldn’t tell by his blog posts, guys, he is über-religious) and go to his awful shows for his mediocre screamo band. I’ve considered writing an apology to all my Ashevillians…