I went to the Whitehouse in 1989 as part of a high school band geek trip to play during Bush 41’s inauguration. I had a ridiculous “butterfly” knife and a wad of firecrackers in my jean jacket. There was no reason to have them. They were just in my jacket all the time. The dude at the metal detector took the knife, tossed the black cats into the trash can and waved me through. He returned the knife when we left.

I wonder if that would be newsworthy today.

Can we get a gif where she blinks every ten seconds?

But Poirot loves to eat trees!

That’s probably 2% of their holiday bonus!

OMG can I have your autograph?! You can use this loser’s blood

Toby Maguire has to stop all his drunken fighting!

But that bumper sticker…