@adorable-eggplant You are so, so right to be afraid of polar bears. I am absolutely not kidding when I say I was nearly attacked by one (archaeology in Labrador, it's a long story) and they WILL KILL YOU. They are at the top of their food chain! They do not give a single fuck! And if you're going to the Arctic, bring someone who knows their way around a shotgun.
@Gef the Talking Mongoose OMG you read my mind - the Mighty Boosh was the very first thing that came to mind when I saw that abomination of a Hillary-planet. Well done.
First: This is so great. Thank you.
Second: I can't stop looking at Hillareptune (Hillercury? Hillearth?). The face. The planet covered in skin. It has a dark power over me.
"This is in Delaware." That's the one that got me. Also, this made me nearly pee myself: http://livemusicblog.com/2010/08/02/video-what-phish-sounds-like-to-people-that-dont-like-phish/
@kentuckienne Yes, this is exactly how my rowhouse in Philly is - should have been more specific! A few more windows do make a difference. And blinds/curtains. :)
This is great! Though I should point out, re: the point about "just windows in front and back" on the Hollensbury spite house - this is every row house that's not on the end of the row, in every city that has them (Philly, Baltimore, etc.) So that part's just the quirky nature of rowhouses, not something inherently spiteful about that particular design.
Perhaps this has been said previously, but: HOT IS NOT THE POINT OF BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH. It's like saying an apple isn't salty enough.
@large__marge YES. I never wanted Samantha - she was spoiled and stuck up. Molly stood for regular people, and smart girls, and families who had to pull together during tough times. MOLLY 4 EVA.
Olives are fantastic, and proof that the earth is a weird and wonderful place, and a plague on anyone who dares speak ill of them.
That said, I am glad I know about California olives now, because maybe I will try to buy them more? I mean, not that one person buying California olives will reenergize the entire industry, but still. Every little bit.
I love this soooooo much. This is how I feel about all cleaning, all the time. Except it's my dad that's the obsessive cleaner, and he's been cleaning my parents' house for 35 years so hard you can smell the Lysol for days afterwards. It really must be an inheritable trait. Thank you for putting the rage into words.