Kronikka
Kronikka
Kronikka

Baby, your lips to God’s ear.

Let me guess what’s going on here ... You are a parent and have parented flawless (ahem) offspring. Alternately, you are childless and totally clueless about parenting. Either way, though, that’s a pretty facile take you got there.

I only knew who One Direction was because I love Zayn.

“hey, drugstore”

I well and truly applaud your course of action.

Came back to read the comments after the update was posted. As expected, a bunch of trigger-happy rubberneckers. I hope some of you feel as moronic and shallow as you sound.

Not too fond of black folks? I’m going to need some citations.

“In her struggles to stay relevant...”

A lid for every crackpot.

War? Check. Apes? Lots. On a planet? Yah.

I trust Rihanna is getting approximately 3/4 of the song’s royalties.

I find you to be an adorable, vulnerable puppy, Shay. You need the opposite of her now. Like, a man, say. Like me, say.

Life = Get one,

I extended an olive branch. You reacted like a fucking baby.

OK, before I take a deep breath - USING TROLL PICS IS NAME CALLING - let me say, OUR space is sacred. We have had to fight for it, and, it seems, will continue fighting for it. No apologies are proffered, NONE. Get out, get in, doesn’t matter.

But often enough this is the case. Fool.

It’s not the poop that concerns me, it’s the gas. Probably alcohol related.

Maybe stay the hell away,

This is the meanest, most hilarious comment.

ITANT?