he is British, right??
Oh, my goodness, no! If ever we “crack up,” it’s because we’re charmed by the eccentric reading tastes of some patrons (e.g., a patron who regularly requests novelizations of a certain early 2000s-era teen drama series that aired on the WB). I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed any library staff person describe a…
The situation here is that Holly pressed for marriage and didn’t get it, so Hef offered her more money for when he died, as a way to compensate her for her “loyalty”, but that wasn’t good enough for her so they broke up. She even froze his sperm. She wanted everything. This was a woman with a plan from the very…
I just assumed with the whole transactional nature of their relationship, both sides knew what the deal was.
It’s so very of the era. It always takes me right back. That said as much as I admire Leighton’s acting talents, this rendition of Lovefool stinks. I’ve definitely sung better than this, so where’s my record contract?
And this is why I am completely unsurprised that so many of Bill Cosby’s crimes seem to have taken place at the playboy mansion.
Poor hygiene?
I wonder if Joe Jonas is also a professional analrapist.
On the one hand, I share Jennifer Aniston’s feelings about Justin Theroux. On the other hand, she has slept with Brad Pitt, John Mayer, and Vince Vaughn, so as Tim Gunn would say, I am concerned about her taste level.
So where was the outrage when the entire cast wasn’t present on the cover of Essence?
I feel like I’m the only one that doesn’t like it. I watched the first couple of episodes and just couldn’t. I mean, it was interesting but not enough to keep watching. Sometimes this world is a lonely place.
They did. It was actually a pretty interesting piece.
No one cares about your boner
“Welcome to Walmart!”
They sued over monkey bars?
The library’s job is to provide books to the public, not to dictate taste. I disagree with Ann Coulter and Rush Libaugh, but removing them from the library is a form of censorship that a) I believe is wrong and b) would provide so much fodder for their faux-outrage that it would get them a lot more in sales than the…
Naming your kid Wednesday earns an eye roll. But naming yourself Wednesday ... ugh. That’s an eye roll and a sticking your finger in your throat fake gagging motion.
You fail to mention the most inflammatory detail from the Post’s article: her real name is Wendy! Not Wednesday. What kind of ridiculous person opts for Wednesday?
As long as she doesn’t let him walk home alone from the playground. Now THAT will get you in trouble with child services.