Yeah, this was a headscratcher. I got all philosophical like, "if it's not true, is it news? Is news news by virtue of its presentation? …oh god, is 'fake news' a fucking thing, at least in the pedantic sense?" And then I had to stop.

*Because you'd have to be really ultra-sensitive to be upset about friggin' Shakespeare when the play already agrees with you
FTFY

Back in my day they were just called "sparkle dogs". It got worse, somehow.

who the hell are you talking to bud

I love you, E, but get bent with that. It's not like I'm not fucking trying!

Wait… Miss Melly's still alive?! I'll be damned.

I'm worried she's turning into her character from I <3 Huckabees with all these crap projects. Maybe the breakdown will be worth watching?

When the aliens land and beam me inside their spaceship, and I have to deal with some Day-the-Earth-Stood-Still-Business, I'm just gonna press my hand to that bubble window, look out longingly and say:

omfg. how is this not the top comment. this NEEDS to be the top comment.

still…. proud o' you~ *boop*

Vore is often furry but furry isn't usually vore. Square/rectangle, etc.

help, I can't stop laughing

I threegree!

It's like Trae Crowder said: a Trump voter would probably let his house burn down around him if he thought the liberals next door would have to choke on the smoke for fifteen minutes.

That lede is in the molten core of the Earth, hot dayum.

It really is the dumbest thing. Most burglars aren't trying to be there when you're home, anyway — they're gonna assume you're armed enough if you're waiting to meet them. But sure, advertise your valuables on your fucking lawn because it gets you hard thinking someone in your neighborhood might be impressed. And now…

I've been an American on the Internet since November. "Sorry" is practically a reflex.

It's so frustrating. We know goddamn well why they didn't defend him, but if we say "look, dingus, you're fucking racists" we get called out for "calling everything racist".

God damnit. Amazing joke. Can't share it without spoiling Gossip Girl. Fuck you, Penn Badgley, fuck you!

Read the contract if you want your quota of squick filled for the whole year. It gives me the mega-creeps.