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Maybe Jagger's got the moves like me. Did anyone ever stop to think about that?
I don't want a lot of happy pictures taken of me. It'd only be inevitable that they'd end up in a montage when things went tragically wrong.
All my kids' clothes are always on the floor. The only way to tell what's "dirty" is what's inside-out.
I know it's supposed to be a threat, but can you imagine what it would smell like to actually open up a can of whoop-ass?
I bet Tom from MySpace hates Mark Zuckerberg from Facebook and Twilliam Twitterson from Twitter so frickin' bad.
I wish my butthole's tolerance for spicy food would catch up to my taste buds.
My 6yo is giddy over her 1st library card. "Now I can check out books all by myself, daddy!" Seducing her to the Dork Side little by little.
Sorry, other drivers! I was tweeting! Yeah, I'm on Twitter right now! I know, right? What's your Twitter name? Follow me!
If TV commercials have taught me anything, it's that the guy in the dark suit is much more "in-the-know" than the guy in the brown suit.
On the phone to my wife just down the street: "Yes, it's raining here too, honey. I know, I see it."
That awkward moment when the waiter says, "Enjoy!" and I say, "Thanks, you too!"
I wish I had the drive to pursue anything as hard as principal Rooney did chasing Bueller.
Is it weird that I stick around the office after everyone's gone so I can go around and sniff their chairs?
I broke my usual razor with the 5 blades and now I have to use a disposable 3-blade one like a freakin' pilgrim.
I don't know why I'm watching this. My kids aren't even here! I'm changing this right--wait, was that a lion chasing a monkey? Hahaha!
And so what if my oral hygiene practice consists mostly of swishing with peppermint Schnapps?