Bullette
Bullette
Bullette

Probably, and I admit in the grand scheme of things this is pretty small potatoes, but I for one am glad they got busted and am having a good laugh at them. I've helped run a few races, none near as large as this, and they really do run on a shoestring and many operate at a loss. They aren't just getting a free medal,

Depending on the woman/couple, your advice is VERY WRONG.

I feel like this is Jezebel's Manti Te'o story.

One thing is for sure: she is FUCKING GORGEOUS. I have always thought so - even made up - but holy hell is that woman incredible looking.

True story, and SUPER-TMI:

half Jew here, and I second this the "chocolate" is the same. Unless you get a Lindt bunny.

I instantly disbelieved her too, because I am an addict/alcoholic, and although I never used that excuse for missing work, the stakes were never that high for me (having a show on OWN) and I'm sure that if they had been, I would have. If it were me, and I'd relapsed, and the stakes were that high, rather than admit I

Disclaimer: I'm Christian.

I find most Christians don't actually know the Bible very well.

Oh yeah, we totally spoke up (my sister and I are not shrinking violets). The response was always "We'll think about it for next game." Next game rolls around, ask again, and nope. Nothing would change. They were just neanderthals.

I guess my issue is, Bey could give the mother money, but it's no guarantee that the mother will use these resources to actually help her child. In the end, Bey has no say how the resources are actually used. She's not the parent.

Sure, she could be. Or she could not be. With makeup and lighting, unless you know her personally, there is no way to tell. Also, Black people, often to a much greater extent than white people, tan. I am a few shades lighter now than I will be at the end of September, even though I will make an effort to protect

My 81-yr old mom would so go in for a kiss with the POTUS. She would then give Uncle Joe a passing smack on the ass as she waved herself back to her seat.

My grandmother moved from her small hometown in Northern MN to Detroit during WWII and got a job in a tank factory. Being a little bitty thing, she inspected the tanks. She said the men would get so angry when she had to reject one, but she'd be damned if she would send her brother, who was off fighting, shoddy

"Lemme at her, Barry."

They really are the greatest generation.

Grandma wants some sugar. Grandma gets her sugar.

What's weird about this whole thing is just a few months ago the Marines loosened their standards for hairstyles, making it so that women could wear their hair in certain types of braids, which was seen as a big step, given that the Marines is often considered the most intense of all the military branches.