I love you all, but nothing, NOTHING, will top Sorcia McNasty's tale of the farmhouse and the possessed truck. I live in a rural area and I always get shivers when I see an old farm truck. I don't know how to link correctly, but Ms. McNasty, you will always have a place in my subconscious!
I really hope he wins and makes it rain Ferragamo.
I've spoken (briefly) to many celebrities in the Walk Of Fame at Dragon*Con. Kathy Najimy is awesome, awesome, awesome. Not only did she photobomb our Hocus Pocus cosplay (I'll have to try to get that picture posted here), but I stopped by her table later to thank her for it, because it really *did* make my weekend.…
I edit transcripts for a video production company that makes shows revolving around extreme sports, and a lot of the people know Jack Johnson because of his surfing. We all went to one of Neil Young's Bridge School benefit shows when he was performing, and long story short, we ended up hanging around backstage and…
They know nothing of your love!!
Merle Haggard's lawyers told me I can't show up at his house anymore.
I google image searched "Joanna Newsom Andy Samberg" to see if I could find more attractive/stylish/adorable pictures of them together and I found this picture of a guy with a full torso Joanna Newsom tattoo:
I'm not the only one, I just stopped at the dishwasher part, she's living good
Oh Ke$ha, aren't everyone's vaginas haunted in some way by the ghosts of dicks past?
Fattest president, AND the only president to serve as a supreme court justice (a position he FAR preferred t the presidency)!
The bravest question a guy ever asked me was if I derived any sexual pleasure from applying a tampon. My response was to ask if he enjoyed getting his prostate examined. His answer was "Yeah... kind of." Touché.
So I know makeup is a touchy topic around here, and some people have said they think people who wear a lot have low self esteem, are just pressured by the patriarchy and etc. But I've always seen makeup as a kind of empowerment and bonding thing. When I think of makeup I think about all the fun I had at sleepovers…
Admission: When I was young and poor, I temped for a large company that had free tampons and pads in all the restrooms. I basically shoved as many as I could grab into my pockets every single time I went to the bathroom. Temp job only lasted 6 weeks—tampons lasted 6 months.
true fact: The women's bathrooms at Harvard Business School have baskets of tampons. Nice.
Doesn't exactly fit the theme, but someone downthread reminded me of when I was 19 and worked at a cafe in a super white town and would constantly get people asking "what are you?" and then being disappointed when I rattled off every country in Northern Europe and then added, "oh, but my grandma is Black Irish so…
I once shouted 'I love you!' at Paul Weller during a concert. He said: thank you. I thought it was cool.
The Cher thing reminds me of this tv show that I used to watch late at night about B list celebrities and their paranormal experiences. Like, I vaguely remember one of the Golden Girls - I think Betty White, but it may have been the woman who played Blanche, too - talking about how she and her best friend made a pact…
danny glover.
I'm just going to wrap my kid in butcher paper until he/she turns 5.