When everything was the worst, but at least Larry understood you.
You begin to talk to yourself like that overly aggressive football coach who feels that negging their players into submission is doing God’s work.
Should I drink something before going out to loosen up? What if I drink too much and then I’m just drunk?
People ask you about goals and plans for the future and you develop an ulcer on the spot.
Repeat after me: “I love having sex with you.”
Doctors really hate him.
This image by photographer Martin Lemay of Essex, England of a baby weasel riding on the back of a woodpecker is just awesome.
Like Marilyn Monroe said: “a wise girl leaves her margarita before the leaves fall.”
If Kanye West were the sorting hat, would you be put in the Real Artist house? Or just Hufflepuff?
13. Countertop sex (kitchen): Are You Gonna Eat That?