Makes me think of these. And it concerns me that the comedy will be on par with the jokes in the wrappers.

There used to be a restaurant in my hometown that had 2-way mirrors in the bathroom, but they were actually funny, albeit a little uncomfortable, but not in a violating way. The difference was that the mirrors were on the outside of the bathroom. Anyone inside the bathroom could see what’s happening in the restaurant…

One of the nuggets is naked on the floor next to bones. What is happening?

You’re right! I didn't even notice that the whole chair was sitting in water.

What does Victoria Beckham have on her feet? Clear, plastic shoes? The footies they use at the shoe store?

This happened to my friend’s mom. My friend was born to a couple who intended to be childless. Oops! Her mom only realized she was pregnant 2 weeks before my friend was born. And she was full-term, not permute. She couldn’t really explain how her mother didn’t know. I don’t think they talked about it.

Ah youth. Here’s a regretful boyfriend of youth story. It’s my friend’s, but worth telling. I remember when my good friend started dating a slightly older man. I think he was in his thirties and she was right out of college. At the time, she thought he was so cool, deep, bohemian, feminist. I was pretty sure he was…

Wait. Wut?

Ha ha! I have one random thick hair that grows on the inside of my arm. I have no other hair there, not even anything that would count as peach fuzz. But there’s this single black, coarse hair. Why?!

Maybe watch a movie.

OMG Tchotchkes. A euphemism to cause Pinkham’s aneurism. :)

You would think they would fire them both since under those circumstances they were stealing from the restaurant, not the customers.

How did she nearly get caught, but not actually get caught?

Maybe it took about a month for them to get their credit card statements?

Ah good point. I once lived in Ohio and didn’t realize before how ‘southern’ it could feel. But Parts of Cincinnati were basically Kentucky plus.

Photo, please!

How can anyone, let alone so many people, care that much about Kenny Chesney? I just don’t get it.

Especially given the age and power differential between the two.

We need a Shade Court special edition—a Mariah Carey shade retrospective.

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