There are probably a million ways to waste time and be mildly entertained on the Internet. But these "Choose Your Own Adventure" Vines have quickly become my favorite.
I totally had Lindsay stick with Millie — I should've known that wouldn't end well.
I don't know much about the Betheljazzy-Frankenhopper union, because I tend to fall into a fugue state any time the words "Real" and "Housewife" are mentioned in the same sentence (side effect: I am unconscious 23 hours per day). But I understand that the American public has some genuine affection for the pair (right?…
Admit it: You totally cheated and read all the endings until you found one you liked. And it was the one where you got pushed off of a cliff only to be saved by hyper-intelligent former laboratory dolphins.
Doesn't matter what you choose. What matters is that you do your choosing drunk on scotch.
Let's say you're an American woman who's experienced heartbreak or dates a man in a suit. Well, girlfriend, grab that passport and head to an exotic locale brimming with hot men, hilarious misadventures, and great food! But which one?
It's not that hell is other people. (Well, not just that.) But sometimes a gal just needs to eat a dozen Malpeques/drive to Amish Country/see The White Ribbon/catch the Acrylics show by herself, y'know?