Here’s your guide to domestic bliss.
Sunday Funday, better than a Monday.
Hopper’s trailer apparently cost the art department $1 to buy.
“Yeah, I ate them all in one sitting because I have no self-control and I hate myself.”
When the privilege and lack of self-awareness doesn’t make these women children (the feminine plural of man child) appear blissfully ignorant and awful, their juvenile actions are what’s unappealing.
Pisces: Like Marshall, you’re the smartest person in your friend group, but nobody realizes it, because you’re too busy singing silly songs and making puns about fish.
“I love pudding. I worship it. I have a bowl up on the mantel at home with the Virgin Mary, a glass of wine, and a dollar bill next to it.”
As we sit in summer of 2016, we know next to nothing. Here are currently the only confirmed facts I have been able to gather about the upcoming season of “American Horror Story.”
“Ok, Catherine, you know that I am not a racist. My boyfriend in college was a quarter Cherokee, so…”
To all other fans out there, I dare you to listen to these songs and not instantly miss the gang and wish you were hanging with them at the Crab Shack. You know, fictional characters or not…