Holy shit. New fantasy.
Holy shit. New fantasy.
You’re better at this than Patti Stanger.
So jealous he smiled at you.
I was getting a Modern Family guy vibe.
Unfortunate flavoring aside, that is just some lame-ass swag.
There should be a full season order of this sitcom.
Do we have to do this? I don’t think we do.
If you have to reach so far in the bag to produce Norah Jones, maybe that’s the problem?
Your vitriol has delighted me. :)
Boston gets my respect. That’s a nice, walkable city.
Good little dog. Aw. Fuck, I’m done today
No hyperbole: Witnessing Odetta receive her honor and perform was one of the best moments of my life.
This is a fucking book.
Blog.
Heresy and on-the-nose fact.
Veronica has plans.
“Did you guys know gerber baby food is poison? It totally is.”
Spoiler Alert: Babies are here to be spoiled.
Preach.
Gay? Fuck no. No self-respecting homo would fuck him. Take him back, he belongs to you.