let me tell you, it’s fucking nuts

That was so fucking cool.

“Little Katy”

Can we talk about Ford and Dolores? Because Hopkins fucks me up every week but I don’t know if he’ll top that. I literally caught myself holding my breath. I’d been waiting for this scene and it did play into my idea that Ford has feelings for at least Dolores (despite trying to hide he cares for his creations) but I…

That’s actually an argument I use when I’m phone banking for the Clinton campaign. I remind people that Hillary has never publicly thrown her IT people under the bus; she took responsibility like a boss. We all know what BabyMan Trump would do in the same situation.

Maeve just keeps getting more badass every episode. This badass Maeve of the week? Robo-Disney Princess.

UM. Is no one going to talk about Maeve waking up and telling wannabe-coder boy they need to chat?

The biggest piece of evidence in the two timelines theory for me was when Will and Logan were talking about the park hemorrhaging money, then the MiB said that the park wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for him (implying that he is financially supporting them).

I don’t know about “google,” but I’m a lawyer and I can make a good case the FBI director falls well within those intended by the Hatch Act.

I know multiple people (all women) who have done this. I’ve contemplated doing it on the strength of their experiences, because barring someone noticing it (a la David Sedaris’s fantasy), it’s pretty fool-proof. Brave women, one and all.

Oh Christ, this reminds me of my first period story. I’m 13 and at my bff’s lake house for the weekend. She’s a long time family friend and I’m two years older than her and she hasn’t experienced any joys of puberty yet. We’re sleeping in the same room in a big bed and I’m a naturally early riser so I wake up way…

OMFG. I am in the middle of a massive anxiety attack (renter issues) and reading this to calm down. Nothing like reading about someone throwing their own poop out the window (and never getting caught HOORAY) to take my mind off things. I’m cackling like a maniac

OH MY GOD, I have done that too. In Italy, where my away-from-home-living-with-strangers anxiety manifested itself in giant panic poos. Apparently the woman I was living with pooped out tiny rabbit pellets because they didn’t have a plunger and I BELIEVE they just tackled toilet issues by hand?! Once I realized this I…

I had a colonoscopy scheduled for the day after and I had to take all these laxatives. It was also the last day my long distance boyfriend was in town.(he lived on the other side of the world) My thought process was: the laxatives will take at least 10 hours to work, he’s going to be on a plane by that time.

It was a glorious aspect of the job. In our guide manuals, they had a quite lengthy section about minimizing the stigma of pooping in order to facilitate the clients’ experience. One year later, I had a guide friend staying with me in the city but he drove straight through to a college friend’s apartment because he…

This is so very generic but I got food poisoning at my boyfriend’s house and I was too sick to leave. He stayed up with me while I was vommitting but then things, uh, progressed and I had to give him a look that said “this is going to be a two way street like immediately.” I spent the rest of the night throwing up in…

I worked as a wilderness guide in a rehab for young adults 18+ and most of our clients didn’t have wilderness experience and were somewhat unwillingly (at least, at first) backpacking around for weeks without showers and whatnot. Many of them were chill, but many were horrified, and I mean horrified, about shitting in…

I studied abroad in Tours, France during the summer of 2009. This was like a mini study abroad—only a month—but we did homestays and I befriended a group of girls on the trip who were advanced French majors and made some local friends through them, so my French improved a lot.

Screw it, I’m not even gonna make a burner for this. I have no shame. Also I have more stories for this particular pissing contest because my line of work lends itself to it but I’ll stick to this one.

my dad is a big jerk. my mom was taking her engineering exam thing (PE exam or something???) and it was in SF. he drove her. as it was at 8am, and traffic into SF is hellish, they had to leave very early and loaded up the kids in the back of the car, seats down, blankets and pillows piled it. it was sort of fun. so…