her breasts are refillable and can be altered in size by a doctor without additional surgery.

I can't even imagine. I only have Cs and still have a hard time finding shirts that button properly over my boobs without fitting the rest of my torso like a sack. But, I guess if having big breasts is basically your job, you don't worry too much about whether your blouses fit modestly.

It was her other boss, right? I mean yikes.

She just didn't appreciate the sound advice you were giving out. You're right, she probably shouldn't fuck her dad.

I would guess. You can get ulcerated sores on your legs and other parts from overtight skin, though hypertension may be more the cause than weight or water retention? It sounds very plausible though.

That was hilarious.

I know, if you have money to pay for that much surgery, don't you have money to pay a professional who understands how to bleach hair? I guess she just decided to leave the bleach on until it was as light as she wanted, rather than messing around with all that confusing "toner" stuff.

I've never flirted at work because I work for my Dad. This is Alabama, not Mississippi.

There are no words to describe how much I like this!!!!

Hey, when I party with my hot male coworkers, it goes like this, in this exact sequence:

She bought that face, yo. She said had her nose, lips, and jaw done. She was considerably more natural looking before.

"Hey, my eyes are up here. Just kidding. Please look at my tits."

Those don't look healthy... the blotchiness of the skin and all; there's a risk of reduced blood supply, when the skin is stretched too thin, as far as I know. It's her choice, though.

I'm more distracted by the awful, shared bleach jobs of her and her boyfriend. As a platinum blonde who spends enough at Sally Beauty…

seriously.... they couldn't do anything about her face? Ok soooo I'm judgy but like if you are gonna get work done, I'd definitely consider some other types of work.

Every man and woman at my Super Bowl party perked up at the idea of pumpkin peach beer until I explained it was a poor attempt at snark. That makes Bud a pumpkin peach beer tease. Bastards.

Thank you. I honestly may as well go back to bed, because that's the best thing I'll accomplish today by far.

I hope your brother was impressed by this: "...the meth-addled crocodile emporium that is Florida! "

Not only does Hastings represent "the meth-addled crocodile emporium that is Florida", he also holds the distinction of being the only serving congressman who is an impeached former federal judge (bribery and perjury in case you were wondering). So winners all around!

Eww Burgess is an OB/GYN. I wish I hadn't looked that up.