He’s cute, but looks too much like the lovechild of my little brother and Ron Weasley for me to care a lot.

Apparently everything I needed to say about not being able to deal with her has already been said, so yeah no I’m just going to leave this here and not gripe like I was going to, and I’ll leave it at she’s a bitch.

Don’t forget - Lyle the otter will make you question whether life has any meaning at all, especially in CF. If there’s a snowman in the showroom, he says something to the effect of “Nice piece. Makes me think’a my daughters. When they were small? Loved the snow. Used to ask daddy to push ‘em around in it. Now … we don’t do that so much anymore.”
His life is basically a tragedy story.

Actually - surprise! - they’re all dresses. Sorry that she’s more comfortable showing off leg than you are, but some women are comfortable with and proud of their bodies and want to flaunt them. You have no right to judge her for that.

You know what, both songs make me want to cry and hold my ears, but those two songs are so totally different and catchy in their own rights that this was actually pretty awesome.

OH MY GOD #10 I CAN’T BELIEVE SOMEONE ELSE REMEMBERS THIS

No - because that’s “We Can Do It!”, a picture used to raise morale in factories during early wartime. “Rosie The Riveter” is a painting by Normal Rockwell that was on the cover of The Saturday Evening Post on May 29, 1943. It depicts a muscular woman sitting on a stool with a rivet gun on her lap while eating a sandwich, hence the name “Rosie The Riveter”.

I’d have to say the most challenging for me is Les Miserables, unabridged. I don’t know if it’s the excessive wordiness or my fear of the 2k+ pages, but I just can’t do it. Owning it for 5 years, I think I’m on page 150.

Okay I know this isn’t a real rule, but I fell like putting people back in their own movies is too easy.

Alright yes, let’s send all the religious folk to Australia and have a whole sane country to ourselves! Sweet!
Seriously though (even though I was being serious there), you are as bad as any of the people you’re bitching about by making this post. Congrats, I’ll go bake your “Hypocrites of the Year” cake right now.