The white suit on Gerber looks like Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, but she looks more like she’s in Grease. Confusing!

Yeah, wasn’t Saturday Night Fever set in the 70's? I think Crawford looks more like she’s dressed from the 50's.

This is a cat food kibble I found on my carpet yesterday evening, several hours after I vacuumed. It’s been 3 weeks since I lostmy Gus. I’ve vacuumed every week. Is this a mystical/ghost kibble? Or was it stuck in the vacuum lol?

Awe, my dad and I used to sing The Gambler while driving the back country roads (farm kid here) in his truck. For a farm guy though, Dad hates country music with a passion and that song was the only country song he listened to.

KENNY ROGERS IS RETIRING?????? IS HE OKAY?

I’m so sorry. That’s heartbreaking all around.

I know it’s so sad! I have terminal cancer (at 36, lucky me) and had to go into a long term nursing facility this week because we can no longer meet my needs at home. My sister took my cat in and he’s so heartbroken in the pics she sends me. He was to wear the cone of shame because he pulls his fur out when he’s…

Believe me, there’s a candy tax for walking the kiddos around. They go to bed, we sit around the fire pit with booze and Heath bars.

Right? Weird as shit. I can’t believe nobody else is asking.

Peter Dinklage on a stool?

Who....or what is standing on the other side of Courtney Love? It looks like someone wearing a Peter Dinklage mask. A really good Peter Dinklage mask. And some kind of flayed-bodysuit situation underneath.

No lube for Congress.

I thought it was named after Brady because it was dumb and pretty.

Oh, oh, oh! There is one in the SF Bay Area. I go by it a couple times a week on BART. This week I finally googled it to find out that not only is it a 55ft statue of a naked woman it also LIGHTS UP. Because nothing says women’s empowerment like a 55ft light up sculpture of a thin naked woman. Made by a man.

“I dare you to write a novel! Haha, aren’t we zany?!”

A man who makes giant sculptures of naked women of indeterminate identity which all happen to conform to a very mainstream, male-approved standard of beauty is almost certainly really, really missing the point, obnoxiously so.

That is dissapointing. I, too, have fantasized about a rear-window display. “YOU... MUST... REALLY... LIKE... MY... ASS”

Begs the question...do women have to be naked to get onto the national mall?

“In his 20s, on a dare, he explored sculpting and discovered both his ability to capture human emotion and energy and the power of art to amplify.”

This is a sad day for all DC-area macrophiliacs