Hoshisma
Hoshisma
Hoshisma

I’ve been out of fucks to give before, but this is the first time I’ve ever been out of bruhs.

I know “Dirtbag” is a light hearted feature and my comment has nothing to do with it’s content. I’m pretty new here and with a few exceptions have found the level of discourse elevated and the differing opinions enlightening. I’ll take a bashing if I have one coming, but this Rachael Dolezal madness is exposing a

Alright, are we talking MC or DJ or both? I'm leaving my cave to shout "IF YOU WANT A HALFWAY DECENT PARTY HIRE A DAMN BAND!!! Seriously, your guests won't leave after one hour. A band IS the party; they make the party Many of you have no clue about that. That's OK. Now you know (And it will cost you a hell of a lot

Jesus christ that is epic.

You know how us black people love to refer to ourselves as “ethnic”

I know, right?! I will have at least two people in charge of hiding food for me to eat

Diet Coke is quite honestly the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted. If I could prevent one technological advance from happening in human history, I would pick aspartame in a heartbeat.

I’m drinking Trader Joe’s blood orange juice/soda hybrid right now. So, so good.

The thought, the way Renee explained it to me, was to purchase to make it clear to that person that one had the money they doubted one had. I don’t think the idea of a commission even factored in.

Man, I would /love/ to see a Mall Makeovers with nothing but non-white people who also talk about the overall experience and how they were served. The last time I got a makeover (inspired by this series, actually!) the woman doing my face contorted herself nearly into a knot trying to avoid racist language (I’m of

You’re so busy hugging and kissing and greeting people, plus you are wearing the most expensive clothes you have ever owned and are paranoid about having gravy/icing stains showing up in all the photos. Our caterers made a point of boxing dinners up for us along with slices of cake or we wouldn’t have gotten a nibble.

Ohhhh you don’t know my MIL. She is all about being proper and shit. I made it around my husbands side and when it came to mine I saw about 5 people and just peaced out.

I had a food poisoning.

french macarons! And as a little surprise the restaurant passed them out as macaron ice cream sandwiches. Yeah, it was incredible.

My aunt Bonnie’s second wedding was a small affair in Lake Tahoe. Her cake was from a chain grocery store, which, since it was located Tahoe, did regular wedding cake business and had a pretty large bakery section. My aunt’s fiancé, Steve, picked up the cake the morning of the wedding and came back to the cabin we

WHATEVER HATERZ

It’s a leopard, it’s a leopard, it’s a leopard. and he needed a leopard, not merely a cat to cover the size of his endowment. Dream crusher. It’s a leopard.