It’s an eye-searing world of horror. And dolphins. And Trapper-Keepers.
I don’t get road rage, but I do get grocery store rage. RAGE.
I SEE YOU, dude with 30 individual packages of candy, bacon, and baby food! Thirty is more than ten, dickhead. Go away. PS: I hope that dude had a baby … Continue reading
She still doesn’t need glasses. She just likes wearing them.
Not because her answers are always right, but because there is nothing as gross as writing in pencil on newsprint. Eugh. It’s like mayonnaise and tapioca and cream cheese’s grossness … Continue reading
No, not you you, other people you. Cool your mammaries.
Because occasionally it’s nice to use a word that isn’t ‘like’ or the equally vague phrases ‘kind of’, sort of’, etc. This is yet another thing that drove me bonkers … Continue reading
For my friend who couldn’t get into her car recently, and for me, and primarily for my parking spot neighbours who inevitably park like dicks.
Not only did I have to climb into my car through the passenger side three times in one week in my work parking garage (and I have a small car, … Continue reading
Please don’t hate the new guy.
I realize he’s not as lovable as most, but can’t you find a place in your heart for a jellyfish? Just for clarity’s sake, because the facebook preview of this … Continue reading
I meant to put this one up Saturday, so that it immediately followed the Kool-Aid man, but clearly I didn’t do that.
Oops. Admit it, you always suspected this, right? Right.
Like the Kool-Aid man! Only less liquidy and not trying to convince you to drink out of her head.
Seriously, what part of a giant pitcher smashing into your house and then wanting you to drink his innards ISN’T upsetting? Of course, I have similar feelings about pinatas with … Continue reading
Luckily, he did NOT misunderstand the recipe.
Funnily enough, you can absolutely google spotted dick with no issues at all — I don’t know how many pages you have to scroll through if you’re WANTING disgusting pictures, … Continue reading
