Since I’m the next Chelsea Handler (you hear me!?) I thought it appropriate that I start posting funny shit here on the weekends because what else do you have to do? That’s what I thought.
This accurately describes my feelings on a daily basis.
Could every houseguest be like this guy?
Look at me, fitting into tight spaces.
So this is how instagram works.
A new worst song ever. Stop crying, Rebecca Black. You saw it here first