I can see that.
I can see that.
Oh my God...every one of these articles about how bad "Fifty Shades of Grey" is going to be make me THAT much more excited to see it. I wish I had taken a picture of my husband's look of twisted pain when I told him that we're going to get a sitter and go see it on Valentine's Day.
I beg to differ! PLEASE tattoo your eyeballs! I love when people are willing to endanger their health and permanently make themselves look like terrifying mutant freaks just to entertain the rest of us. Those people are like modern-day Jesuses.
Seriously - fuck jello.
You can't say that Ron Jeremy is not nice and then not give any details!!
I sat at my computer for hours earlier today wondering what I was going to write on this post. I never came up with a single sentence. It's fitting, I think, because you mean more to me than I know how to express. My life, in tangible and intangible ways too myriad to mention, is so much better for having met you.
You are a treasure, and Jezebel is a dimmer star for the loss of you. I will miss your brand of Southern charm / kind snark, but I wish you the best at Cosmo. *sniff*
Well no shit, it's Patrick Stewart. This sort of thing doesn't apply to him.
It's fair to note that it's entirely possible this guy had no idea what was going on in his own restaurants; he has enough business ventures that he would be unlikely to be keeping an eye on the day-to-day, after all. That being said, holy crap, it doesn't really put him off the hook for the fact that his subordinates…
I think it frequently the kind of person who stops being "I" when she gets married. I hate that word. I'd love to see it outlawed.
After hearing your side of the story and weighing it carefully, I'm still going to rule that you are a huge piece of shit.
You know what doesn't show character? Or class, for that matter? Calling someone "retarded". Throwing hissy fits. Also, your post here. Ain't no one going to listen to anything coming out of your mouth now. Cheers!
i read your first line and didn't read the rest because you're a fucking asshole.
There are wonderful places to get out of the house to eat — parks, public gardens, beaches, river-front or lakefront walks, even their own back yards. We call these things "picnics."
What an awesome interview! This is just a fantastic article! Please tell me that you'll revisit her again in August at the end of her work for a summary and updates? please, Please, PLEASE?
"Most of the time she looked like a confused elderly panda, but one day a server accidentally spilled a glass of water in her lap and she stood up and started cursing the server in tongues — I swear she looked like an enraged demon from a Miyazaki film, hair swirls, red eyes, and everything."