We used to have people on the tour ask us when she if she had put the movie theaters in. Or ask us why she built the house so close to the freeway. Mind you, she didn’t start building until the 1880s and she died in 1922 -_-

Parking garage = for the mall! It does feel so odd to see the hyped up spooky space by a gas station, mall, and freeway. It takes away some of the mystique, at least for me.

Little know fact, back in the 1960s and 70s, men actually had tiny turkey brains so any time they showered there was always a risk that they would look up at the showerhead and open their mouths, thereby drowning in the process. Because women were too smart to do this, it was actually imperative they every man had a…

Shapewear? We used to refer to leggings and such like this as ‘mumble pants’. You can see the lips moving but you can’t hear what they’re saying.

I hate him so much, and I’m so, so tired.

That’s my favorite too. Plus my husband and I always say “wanna go to Arby’s? When something sucks

I really can’t express just how appalled I am.

I think Charmin Sandiego is a better name than The Mad Pooper.

Buckle up, this is going to be a long post. But I promise you, it’s going somewhere.

Trump also said it was his favorite uncle. Not sure what he meant by that.

Sheesh. Looks like proper kerning died, too.

“Maybe I have overlearned the lesson of staying calm, biting my tongue, digging my fingernails into a clenched fist, smiling all the while, determined to present a composed face to the world.”

I heard someone call a group of his supporters “the 5th avenue crowd”. As in they are the ones that would have stood by him if he shot someone on 5th avenue.

Anything is better than this shit.

Why can’t these dumbfucks learn the difference between stuff that goes on between consenting adults and an adult—usually a straight man—raping a child?

...and eating during was completely ruled out.

my my my MY MY MY MY

The couple seem like the sort of people who:

“...and when there was one set of tire tracks?”

This list needs to have more Bro-country.* More specifically, it needs to have more Jason fucking Aldean. Doesn’t matter which album; seriously, just pick one. That horrible shit is ubiquitous in the south, and it’s just truly, unequivocally awful.