Maybe it’s the glee over playing in the snow all day like some kind of oversized, clumsy 6-year-old, maybe it’s the cranberry and vodka cocktails I’ve been drinking, or maybe it’s the fact that without overweight industry folk getting canned I have absolutely nothing to talk about, but that clip up there made me giggle. Particularly the angry business woman and the concept of a male dog princess that should turn into a person upon smooching (but actually won’t). I’m not sure why this video is funny and 99% of everything else on the Internet isn’t, but I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, complain about its dental work and send it back to Amazon for a full refund that for some reason must come in the form of a gift card, and not the cash it was originally purchased with.
Besides, it’s Fillerween! A time for festive dance, spending time with people you don’t really know and probably don’t like, and searching desperately for any reason to avoid actually talking to your significant other. Happy Fillerween everyone!