I love this so much I can't even. As an aircraft nerd, sometime-Canadian, and aficionado of booze and mooses, this is maybe the greatest. H-4 Herc! Slightly perturbed, daintily-sipping moose! Yup! Excellent work.

WAIT! Is this a burn? Or shade? BURN OR SHADE? Just when I though I had this down...

YES? Can we get a ruling on this? And similarly, on family members who address mail to kids with hyphenated last names with just their dad's last name.

No, Kumail no! Don't look at them, don't look. DON'T... OH THE SHAME. IT BURNS.

Co-signing on Courtney. She's fierce-smart and her writing about writing is hella useful.

EEEI! This just made my night. You are a goodkindperson Argh.

I could find not even one shit to give about Better Call Saul, which was on directly after (was it good?) I mostly needed like, a juice-box and a cookie and few episodes of Mr. Rogers.

A bit part in Harry Potter RUINED that bird. Ruined. It also yells, " FUCK YOU! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" if it can't get a table at a restaurant. Sad.

My thought process: Whose butt is that? Is that Madonna's butt? I bet it's Madonna's butt. *scrolly scroll* Yep. Madonna's butt. Sigh.

My grandmother used to make something like this! In the sense that her morning "coffee" would be about 70% cheap whiskey. And she would drink it out of a bone china mug. Because fancy.

OOOU! I know this one! Pick me, pick me! The answer is, because saccharine racist fuckwittery! I'm right aren't? Woo.

Chip? Are you sure you're using the word prison correctly? Here. Let me help.

He looks like a sexy Papa Smurf. I am uncomfortable writing that.

Urp. That is some lousy mom-behaviour. Here is an internet-stranger sympathy squeeze. And also a sympathetic panda.

Is it bizarre that I am feeling mom-envy?

I've heard that some people might have ALWAYS found him hot. But never EVER admitted it. Except they might have made a note of it in their 1993 Anne Geddes Babies journal.

Wait? You're saying the time with the tequila jellybean barfs DOESN'T go on my resume? I... I may have been doing this wrong.

Gah. The first few days of stopping are like, stepping-in-wet-cat-poops levels of terrible. Here is an arm squeeze of solidarity for that. BUT. It'll get better.

Welp. I'll be over here clutching the shards of my heart and blowing snot bubbles with my nose. Shout if you need me.

Bloody hell. The Rock's suit is so beautifully tailored that I am having totally unexpected feels about him. AND, I bet he smells GREAT. Doesn't he look like he smells great in that picture? Right? Right? Not just me?