Snowtality.

For the women who finally get to be director, cinematographer, editor, musician, screenplay adaptor or original screenplay writer (whose scripts actually get considered), the answer is certainly yes.

White friend: Second of all, you LITERALLY filled it with spices. What the eff is wrong with you people?

Human Centipede after the credits roll.

@mialinay They had us in the first half, not gonna lie.
@savage_demmigod ‘Can I borrow your homework...’

Ha. My reply to this repost was one of my earliest comments on FunSubstance. I remember being at the gym taking the longest rest known to man between sets because I was so nervous about hitting ‘Post Comment.’ ‘You were just fine watching from the sidelines for five years,’ I thought to myself. ‘Why start commenting now?’ I’m far from shy but, boy oh boy, posting those first few comments had me sweating like a grammar nazi in a public toilet stall. Was that even a year ago? A little more? I guess time flies when you’re having fun(substance).

The line on that toilet paper only leads to the astronaut’s eventual death by asphyxiation when his oxygen runs out by either trapping him in a recursive loop or jettisoning him into a spaceshipless stellar abyss.

On the flip side, we’ve all heard that Eeyore’s friends represent symptoms of some mental illness (Pooh = eating disorder, Piglet = anxiety, Tigger = ADHD, etc.). Maybe the reason they leave him alone is because they’re too mired in their own disorders to know that he might be troubled. Or more menacingly, maybe they’re fully aware of their own illnesses and don’t ask him to change so that he can never outgrow them and will always and forever be ‘one of us.’

You guys need to stop with the fat shaming. This comparison is incredibly rude and hurtful to the Minecraft pig.

Istanbul not Constantinople.

A little better spacing and this could have been a great Confused Internet Grandma meme. ‘Massage No No Please Only Extra Happy Endings Stop Asking’

It’s a heavenly command about the urgency of spreading the gospel of clapbacks: ‘Go dis. Now. Here.’