I find staring them dead in their face then walking away without saying a word works best.
I find staring them dead in their face then walking away without saying a word works best.
No, it’s not! Bad commenter!
Ha! This made me snort in a most unladylike way.
It might serve The Root well to just back off of Donald Glover-related posts for a while. He seems to inspire some odd musings.
I. Love. This.
Don’t even care if he can’t cook. He can wander around my kitchen shirtless for a while and then we’ll order takeout. What?!
Ugh!
I recently went on a cruise and saw a Chad positively BREAK IT DOWN! on the Wobble. His girlfriend, Becky, though?
And then the soundtrack slides into Deeper and Deeper by The Fixx. Glorious!
I freakin’ love this movie. It was soo odd. I remember staying for the credits to find out who that sexy/scary/hot/creepy man was—my introduction to Willem Dafoe. It was lust/revulsion at first sight.
I admire your restraint.
Wow! That is brilliant.
YESSSSS!
Bamp chicka wow wow.
I loved those. She will be missed.
Lord yes on the “You live here?”
I tidy. I need cleaning (scrubbing, vacuuming, washing) more than I need stuff put away. I want to get my money’s worth of cleaning.
There is ALWAYS WAY MORE “little” stuff than you think. There are boxes and boxes of that stuff. Never move your clothes, either. They weigh a frickin’ ton.
He doesn’t do it often but Lance Reddick’s smile is a wonderful thing.
See, you say this nonsense and in six weeks it will be all over the internet and in six months it will be in textbooks in Alabama. Stop!