What seeds did you get?

Tapas restaurants are bullshit, considering tapas are supposed to be free little bites to keep you buying drinks.

Well, it got me to voluntarily click on an article about golf for the first time in my life.

She is. To me. I’ll fight you.

Call LAPD to get this guy suspended or fired (Ha!), call APD to get this guy arrested. (Double ha!)

Fuck Orange County so hard. I left and I never want to go back, but my husband points to this video and says, “Don’t you want to help fix shit?” And I say, “No, I want to hurl a brick through that asshole’s window/face.” I obviously still have some growing up to do.

Oh my god, who is this magnificent creature!?

Somewhere around the 2nd or 3rd grade when I met kids who pitched fits over having to limit gaming console usage to the TV in the family room, as opposed to the private TVs they and their siblings had in their rooms.

My wedding itself was fun (I danced the entire night), but everything else was a nightmarish shit show. I will never be doing that again.

Throw our bear on that flag and we’re in!

I was about to say we’re not all Orange County!

Oh my god, I hear Jai Alai too! And, well, he’s at the very top of my list so he could read Atlas Shrugged out loud and I’d still giggleswoon like a fool.

Yes and no. She rocks the Chicago accent, which hits my ear like a ton of bricks, and she does an excellent job portraying her character, but her character consistently makes stupid, impulsive decisions as seems to be her birthright. However, she’s part of an ensemble cast and isn’t the main focus each episode.

My husband grew up in the hood with questionable role models and absentee parenting so he recognizes and identifies with the Gallaghers quite a bit. (He’s a perfect blend of Lip and Kev, leaning more towards Big Papa.) He finds it hysterical while my candy-ass suburban self is the one feeling dragged down and…

I’m almost caught up in Shameless, and everyone is fantastic in it, but the constant cycle of poverty and self-destruction is wearying. But then, right when I’m about turn it off because I can’t take everyone fucking up their lives, something hilarious happens and I’m back in.

I only watch Mozart in the Jungle because I want to do filthy, filthy fucking things to Gael Garcia Bernal. I’ve managed to train my sex dreams to feature him and occasionally guest star Diego Luna.

They’re definitely the big game safari hunters where every whim is fulfilled and your guide practically pulls the trigger for you.

I guess I’m cautiously optimistic about the DOI; after reading that article about the Trump’s sons being big into hunting, I had my fingers crossed they would have some influence on their dad. Most of the most passionate defenders of the environment and public lands I have known were hunters, and all of the fees they…

The overwhelming desire to be relevant?

If she had left Swinton’s name out of it, I’d agree, play that character, shed light onto the issues you care about. But to name name’s and then blatantly lie about the exchange to the point that the other person comes off like a deranged asshole is a great way to have your shit thrown back in your face.