"Three sheets to the wind" is a fantastic phrase, and I'm going to make an effort to use it more often in conversation.
"Three sheets to the wind" is a fantastic phrase, and I'm going to make an effort to use it more often in conversation.
The cross burning gives her ginger snaps a delightful, smokey flavor.
I just took a picture of my Chihuahua after his bath, and now no one can see his widdle wet face!
I feel like that would actually derail the conversations more effectively.
Garden State WISHES it was Ghost World.
It is weird! It is SUPER weird and creepy. I stopped shaving everything the moment I started wearing the hijab.
It really, really does. And when they say "scent free" they mean it, so you won't smell like anyone but yourself.
It was just in a little tub. I apply it after my shower, so I'm not too worried about germs. Maybe you could spoon it into an empty deodorant stick?
My friend made me some of that home made coconut oil/baking soda stuff. I was VERY skeptical, because I am a great believer in the power of modern chemicals, but I had to try it because it was a gift. IT WORKED. Color me amazed.
ETA: In case y'all were unaware (I was!), there's a little number in the corner of the price tag at the supermarket that gives the "unit price" of the item. So, like "per ounce," or "per each."
I like manly, so it really works for me. Mmm... musk.
I buy my summer beach pants, cardigans, cotton scarves AND dress shirts at H&M in the men's section. Lemme tell ya, this new trend for fancier men's clothes (florals! colors!) is really doing me a favor, financially.
My husband turned me on to unscented men's deodorant - Mitchum gel. Works like a charm, scent-free so it doesn't clash with my perfume. (A quick Google search reveals there may be a difference of as much as $1.50 between the men and women's versions.)
My husband watched it. He described it as, "A male power fantasy. Like, in a fun way, but still..."
The Bob is the way! Terra da loo!
Seconded! I don't care about meth, but I will watch the holy hell out of Bob Odenkirk being slimy.
The mistress' friend sent me an anonymous Facebook message warning me about the affair. I laughed and deleted it because a) I thought it was spam, and b) I was a dumbass.
Sometimes I think the worst part about my cheating story is that I was really lame about it. I wish I had been strong and cool and kicked his ass to the curb.
I think it's the same brand of stupidity that makes them think, "Nice boots - wanna fuck?" is a good chat up line. They just can't fathom that all the sexy ladies might not be theirs to take as they please.
Over ten thousand people attend services at this man's churches.