No way, that ginger is totally rocking it, and as a fellow redhead, I am pleased as punch.

There is something very eerie and otherworldly about the film - the score they used, a young Sissy Spacek, the art work they show throughout. A definite must-watch.

Lumpy Space Princess would Not approve of all the lump shaming in these comments. Not one bit!!

Gahhh I adore 3 Women. Shelley Duvall as Millie Lammoreaux is one of the weirdest, most amazing characters in film history, imo.

Why the hell are you commenting on a thread about a video without having watched it? Don't be a dingus.

Lumpy-butt here, too. People just can't handle our lumps, girl.

"Feels like another way to make straight ladies worry about sex rather than enjoy it."

It was in the corner near the balcony door, so my only guess is that smart kitty was trying to get outside to pee, and owner didn't want to risk the 6-floor fall. Kind of a stale-mate, but like, come on. Get a box.

I guess I'm more just still in shock that someone would let their cat pee on the floor, and just leave it. Any explanation other than plain neglect would make me so happy.

I did not know that, and can only assume it was a she, from the holes it [she] literally put in the drywall.

Is cat pee like, super-fucking-strong, then? Because when I moved into my apartment the previous owner had let her cat pee in the corner, and it had literally eaten away at the wall/baseboard/down to the concrete. Power cleaners and paint couldn't even get rid of the smell. I assume I eventually just got used to it.…

Silly goose! Women are far too delicate to make such hard decisions for themselves. Now go make me some sweet-tea, darlin', and quit worryin' your pretty lil' head about the men's business.

It's like a Can-o'-duh!! Like if you're ever heard a native Torontonian say Toronto, it sounds a lot more like Terrahno.

It's the one my American friends will make a point of mocking, as well. Something about that "O" sound, super Marge Gunderson-y.

Can finally hear my Canadian accent after watching this. Sore-y. Sore-y. It sounds like they're saying "sari" to my northern ears.

Nothing this fuckstick or his parents say will ever matter, because the one person who matters in this scenario can't speak for herself ever again.

Go to the Buy Now section of the website. I shouldn't be surprised by this:

The bathroom he's standing in is bigger than my apartment.

For all the commenters asking if she's able to sleep on her stomach, I think this photo of her lying on her back will clarify things pretty quickly. My god, I don't understand how she isn't crushed to death under those things.