Gaying out

So I'm generally not one to idly blogsurf--I usually have a destination or purpose in mind, because NOT having one in mind generally leads to the sort of brainless time-wasting that's fine for those who like to spazz out in front of the computer but always leaves me feeling so guilty at having wasted whhole hours of my life that I swear never to do it again--but I somehow ended up this afternoon at Go Fug Yourself and laughed so hard I nearly farted. Okay, I farted. But just a little, and no one else was around.

Start here. Poor Meryl. "Oh honey, no" indeed.