If it were that fabulous, then they wouldn't be spending time to update their Facebooks.
If it were that fabulous, then they wouldn't be spending time to update their Facebooks.
Or Duffy. Or Lily Allen. Or...The Noisettes.
Yes, I know Martha and the Vandellas did this song, but felt like throwing Dusty into the Saturday Social. I hope her and Amy are comparing beehives in heaven.
Last post in here. But I hope Amy got to see Ronnie Spector cover her songs. She's always said she wanted to be a Ronette...sigh.
<3.
I'm just happy that there's a fellow Dusty Springfield fan here. But co-signed on everything you said, especially her song-writing. Love is a Losing Game might be one of the most heart-breaking songs I've ever heard.
Fried chicken. Soda.
Fuck Yes. To all of this.
Amy Winehouse is the closest thing to the second coming of Dusty Springfield/The Ronettes that we'll have for a while. Which is why this makes me fucking sad.
I approve the poop candle. Light it during the party, and voila. I've always been told the flame burns the bad smell, but yea every little part helps.
It's okay. There's always tennis?
Solo could just as easily point the finger at the three PK misses.
I once had to poop at Anne Frank's house. I was around 17 on a school trip to the Netherlands and we had just started the tour. The ordeal involved me running through the house, sprinting through her secret rooms and crevices, to the bathroom towards the entrance of her museum/house. I have no idea what my…
You can poop at my house. Diffuser, candle, and matches at your disposal. Don't forget to turn on the shower too.
And sometimes they make out?
Say it with me now...Nan Flanagan= Pam-lite.
"That's a theory right? Like evolution? THEN NO."
Not important if you know how to work a CMS system and have landed internships already.
Kurt? Really? I felt like the 2nd season was the beatification of Saint Kurt. I liked him as a character, but the whole second season the writers went in a direction that was too fuzzy glow/preachy/perfect/martyrish for me.