Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker. Sherlock and Watson are NOT GAY TOGETHER JUST BECAUSE THEY LIVED TOGETHER AND GET ALONG.

Fellow big boob ladies: Try a "spacer foam" bra. Like this one that worked wonders for keeping my under-tit area dry. It's the Fantasie "Rebecca" Spacer Foam Bra:

For real. My G cups have been so much more cool and comfy since I found out I wasn't actually (hangs head in shame for over a decade of ignorance) a D cup.

I heartily approve.

YES!!! Streaming on Netflix.

*Obnoxious victory dance*

I've already seen Portlandia in its entirety. And I live in Portland. That fulfills my end. Get ready to be entertained and amazed. Hope you like weird.

Ok, point taken.

Alrighty.

And? It's Twin Fucking Peaks. That shit is immortal.

Utterly unacceptable.

Not acceptable. Twin Peaks is on Netflix. Get on that.

Actually, I would say David O. Russell is better known for any one of his excellent films over the past 20 years, or for being literally insane. Not so much that perm thing.

His contempt for the rich, artsy-fartsy couple who were considering "terminating," in their own cold, dead-eyed parlance, a cat that scratched their expensive furniture because they were too snobby to buy a single "ugly" scratching post or piece of cat furniture, is what really sealed the deal for me. He hated those…

Polyamory is the only answer to this puzzle.

Oh, man, insta-sad. I'm still not over it.

I don't follow. Too Cute Kittens is fucking amazing.

The one that stands out to me is Animal Cops Detroit where a dog that had been left outside in 5 degree weather was on the verge of freezing to death. They saved him and brought him into the ASPCA vet, a creepy, emotionless Dr. Death sort who looked bored and asked the officer, "So, what are we doing with this one? …

Yeah, his look is...not great. Not my cup of tea, at least. But, fuck it. He genuinely seems like a great person and that show makes me appreciate my own cats more.

Yes. That's why the correct spelling is an accident.