Back when I was internet dating, I went out on a first date with an attractive woman about my age (50's). Over dinner she commented that she had done some research on me (her own version of Dunn & Bradstreet I guess....which I don't have any problem with...one has to be safe.) She commented about the town I live…
I am in love and I want to date this girl.
I may have just danced my cat around singing, "I live for fuzzy paws, the paws, the paws. I live for fuzzy paws paws, live for fuzzy paws paws."
Laura, my diva! I do not mean to ever judge your wisdom, but did you mean to share my corn nugget post to Jezebel? I'm guessing you probably wanted to share the liveblog I'm doing of the VMAs instead of some crazy post I did about eating fried food.
Yes, I went X-country skiing once and wasn't even moving — both skis/ both sticks planted firmly in the snow — and went over sideways like a log. You're right, it is a gift.
You should never be able to secretly tape anyone at the gym.
I'm at the Soho Equinox. I cope by imagining that I'm an anthropologist studying a race of very attractive, vain people.
I'm outraged over this outrage. Good grief.
It's Poland, not Mars.
I think you're right. And even should I commit a misdemeanor assault, I would like to be perceived as classy.
Don't even comment on this story like none of you have ever wanted to stab somebody with a shoe at every fucking baby shower you've ever been forced to sit through.
...in the conservatory with the candlestick.
I'm 21, just graduated college, and am living with my parents before I go back to school for at least another 6 years. I don't even care. I love living at home, and my parents love having me home. It's not like I'll be living at home forever, and I have a job right now so I can pay for most of my own things. Their…
Progress and religion aren't very good friends.
As I speak fluent Chinese, please allow me to translate the captions for you:
... ... You guys, I really want another baby now.
Your wish is my command.
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Yessssss. Touch your chest. Touch the hair. Touch it again. I'll wait. Yessssssssss.