Meaning they can swim up your pee hole.

Anything that shows kids in great danger, possibly getting killed, I can’t watch any more. It fucks me up. Side-effect of having kids of my own.

Hopefully the FBI catches the culprit(s) before they send more bombs.  And maybe it’ll shed light on the true motive.    So many theories being thrown around I had to turn off the news.   

Did you see the new Mazda!

Anál nathrach, orth’ bháis’s bethad, do chél dénmha.

When I hear Sabrina, I think of this movie.   One of my favorites.

Helena rocked this look in Fight Club.

This has happened to me, more than once.  And the dead mouse is usually covered in cat spit, so it’s cold and slimy.  Thank you Flynn and Sam!

What a bunch of kooks. So much drama.

I came here expecting fire.

Nice job.

Uh, no.

Armchair escalator expert here:   I would hope escalators have some kind of automatic braking mechanism.

She just wanted her day in the news cycle, and she got it.

The Buffalo Bills are to their fans, what Jenny is to Forrest Gump. Both relationships feature one partner ever true to the other, not just unwavered in their defense of their beloved’s myriad deficiencies, but clung sadly to misplaced hope of a fairytale ending.

It’s “part of the process”

Ambien strikes again?

Confetti Cannon

You people eaten fried chicken, not a care in the world. Reminds me of my youth.