We’ve come to the end of another grueling work week. You’ve earned this Angela Landsbury come-down/rub-down spa moment. Let wash over you like the waves of nausea tippling through your mid-section.
Not only does this guy have full-blown “Kim K. status” uh, gluts, he also has a terrific attitude towards people that become violently angry towards his booty.
Hat tip to Jules
Yep, your weekend is over. Not jazzed about the week ahead? We feel ya’…Cue the cut of all of Tina’s moans from Bob’s Burgers.
Keep this in mind as you size up your Valentine’s goods on line at the David’s Cookies. Is it really worth it?
via catholic school
I count five breaths in three minutes. This is an amazing display of…everything.
HT to Mike D
Are you having anxiety about parenthood? This may help. And thank god my wife doesn’t read this blog, or I’d be toast.
I’m sure the Lord got a chuckle out of this, gazing down and witnessing his ultimate sacrifice and essential wisdom being usurped (and even trivialized!) by a Divisional Round matchup. T-shirts and bicep kissing: the true tenets of Christianity.
There’s an ad for the Olive Garden here. I just know it.
If you forgive the chipper poetry in the beginning of this video, you’ll be rewarded with an interesting perspective on algebra, based on distance and time.
Is it any wonder that keyboard players get all the babes?
You know, nothing makes me think of loved ones more fondly than a stern man in a plaid blazer making thinly-veiled threats.
We spend a lot of time on YouTube here at Internet HQ, and this whole forced integration with Google+ is maddening. No, we don’t want to sign in to Google+. No, we’d actually rather see the entire universe of comments, since that’s where the crazy is. No, we don’t want to use our real names, because the internet is built on anonymity-fueled aggression, and dammit, that’s the way we like it. This gentlemen captures our frustrations well. And so, we share: