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Yes. For those reasons, it’s this post that has made me really emotional about what is happening here.
Every time I try to read av club comments, I feel like I’m at the wrong party, and I feel like that party is Super Hans’ from the New Year’s episode of Peep Show, which he refers to as “the heart of darkness”
Sure, the people who are at the point of wrapping “something you think could serve as a gift” in potato chip bags have restaurant-style condiment bottles to frost with
I actually can’t stop watching this… the cut from the guy falling/dropping to the ground to the mostly-empty convention room with a handful of brightly colored people jumping around is perfect
srsly, that’s why benedict looks so awful. it’s not the wig, it’s the bruhl proximity.
I will pay a lot of money to look at Jeff Goldblum’s sexy young 3D face.
I LOVE THIS ENTIRE THING. I LOVE that Chet Haze creeps on gonewild. I LOVE that he DOESN’T UNDERSTAND HOW REDDIT WORKS. And I LOVE this chat.
I LOVE THE INTERNET!!!!!!!!
Everyone may mock us (we mock ourselves), but today is a snow day for absolutely everyone and everything in Seattle and we’re all just drinking coffee and lounging around and sledding with children down all the closed-off steep roads so fuck the haters.
I didn’t have my first kiss until I was in college (hey fellas) and afterwards, the asshole who I attempted it with went around telling everyone that I was unbelievably bad at kissing. Watching this- I think that the happy couple’s technique is exactly the one I chose. I had never been able to visualize exactly WHAT I could have done to deserve being outed as the shittiest kisser, but my stomach sank the second their lips touched. And I knew.
I figured out approximately how much of my life I’ve spent watching ANTM once. It was a rough calculation, as it included an unknown number of weekends lost to watching the marathons on VH1 with my mom and little brother while I was in middle school, but it was still a real disturbing amount of time.
OHMYGODDDDD we posted about ANTM at the exact same time…. thank you. I really thought I was the only one. The. Only. One.
I know that I am THE ONLY HUMAN BEING besides the 14-year-old girls of the world who still watches America’s Next Top Model, but that shit always makes Wednesday nights fun. Rich Juzwiak’s incredible recaps on FourFour inspired my love for the show, and now that he’s stopped writing ANTM recaps I started doing my own on Tumblr. It’s a dirty job but, etc. And I have a devoted following of said 14-year-old girls of the world, so I don’t feel quite as alone anymore. #shamedbuthonest
I had that kind of fuzzy, unhappy moment when I woke up this morning that means you had a really terrifying dream that you can’t quite remember. When I looked at the top of this post, I instantly realized that I dreamt Justin Timberlake had tried to sexually assault and kill me. So rather than educating me about child slavery, his video actually made me feel like the victim of a sex crime. (Sorry guys. It’s a weird day).
BRUSH THOSE TEETH AFTER YOUR GUSHERS BREAKFAST! – Other Dad
I don’t care what anyone says, the intrigued “ooh!” sound he makes after eating the first gusher cements TheFoodReviewer in my heart forever. Like, he forgot just precisely what gushers taste like and that first bite is so GENUINELY EXCITING! I wish I had his enthusiasm.
I found myself tearing up a tiny bit when Padma announced Richard as top chef. At first I was ashamed, but then I just embraced my feelings.
Blais’ method of using an infinite amount of nervous fear to propel him to success is very similar to my own approach to life (sans the success part).
sounds like somebody needs a nap!!!
Sadly not completely relevant anymore, but: have you guys seen this?
Guys, this episode held the first (quasi-) confirmation that Angelo’s Russian fiancee is no more, with the inclusion of a bizarre moment in which Mike harassed some women and yelled at one that Angelo wanted to ask her something, while Angelo actually attempted to fit his entire body underneath the chefs’ counter to hide and let out womanly, high-pitched giggles. Many things about this scene were perplexing, but I choose to mourn Angelo’s lost love rather than focus on how fucking weird these people are.
My first Videogum article of the morning reminds me that the best part of waking up is bathtub caulking in your butt.
I would be DAMN HAPPY to be kidnapped by an evil magical Justin Theroux! Sadly, this film covers his wonderfully intense widow’s peak with wigz. Probably why Zooey isn’t into it. The Nic Cage effect.