This is cute but you really think he’s a sexer? He strikes me as a lick your bootheel and awkward cuddle type, where he slowly, whiningly “reasserts his manliness” through angry tears. Then he gets out of bed and tells you you’re a worthless whore and lucky to have him.

oh, gross

Waka-waka!

Recipe for one internet. Ingredients: cats, this.

Everybody loves Lasagna With Out Payingforit.

Comment, I knew I loved you before I read you.

Would-You-Rather: Fuck Marry Kill Me Now No God But Goddamnit Edition

I have become comfortably numb to comments like that one.

The television will not be revolutionized.

“Yes, I’d like the haircut equivalent of that volleyball montage with the sunburned scientologist and the least of the lesser batmen.” “A Little Off the Top Gun?” “Yeah, that. But more... nonconsensual."

Put the money in the bag. This is a nonconsensual withdrawal of funds.

Brilliant.

Thanks for keeping us In The Loop.

How could anyone mistake CCH Pounder for Oprah? Ridiculous!

The ole “OJ won the Heisman! Phil Spector invented the wall of sound!” defense. Works every other time.

#leavemerylalone

Somebody had to say it. That tie tho, fresh to death.