Remember the last time Billy Ray tried to split up with his wife? He was desperately trying to avoid any contact with Miley afterwards, knowing that she'd force them to stay together unhappily. Finally, she went public on Twitter, saying she was going to fuck him up but good if he didn't pick up the phone NOW. Few…
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I am WAY too attached to my oversized, baggy, all-white outfits. Maybe I'm a slob, but it's hot out and I'm comfortable as shit. If I was Saudi, I'd just rock the thobe full time.
Speechifying on how Jews secretly run Hollywood and Wall Street — what a breath of fresh air.
Good luck out there, Jenna. Sorry to see you go, but I've definitely been noticing your byline in some pretty impressive places lately. Great Questlove interview in the Voice.
The supposed cop radar for that sort of thing is such a joke. In one case, the lead investigator fixated on and railroaded this innocent teen for his parents' brutal murder because he thought he didn't look sad enough. Meanwhile, they totally ignore the crooked business partner who owed them a ton of money and…
The funny, or not so funny thing is that this guy was apparently a total weirdo who behaved incredibly suspiciously and the neighborhood word was always that he killed her. The cops seemed willing to take his word for it, though.
When it comes to ghost voices in the walls, it could be a situation like that guy who bricked his wife up in the basement back in 1985 and just told everyone she up and vanished.
I went to the Louisiana seafood festival in New Orleans a few years back and had oysters off a gigantic grill. It was hot as blazes outside, that thing was REALLY roaring like the flames of Hell from one side to the other, and the grill men were just standing right on top of the inferno, constantly slapping oysters…
Gordon Ramsey's about to go berserk. "Shut it down! Shut it down!"
Yeah, I guess p-i-v would probably start a fire otherwise.
The real danger is ending up like Sting, where every stupid interviewer coyly asks about his supposed six-hour tantric fuck sessions that he stupidly mentioned once and has regretted ever since.
That seems like impossibly vigorous. Chafing sounds like a real danger.
His fiancee recently called off the wedding, saying that she caught him multiple times through his email trying to arrange "dates" with women. I was like, what the fuck, this guy's 70 years old? That's beyond horny, that's full-on sex addiction. I also wonder if he's pretty much always been that way and is just…
Unfortunate cover, but I hear the article itself is quite interesting. Apparently, Tamerlan's mother confided in one of her friends that he was saying there were two people inside him, among other mental health red flags. The friend said to get him evaluated by a professional, but she turned to religion instead.
Well, now I think he's headed for divorce, just for giving such a cloying little speech about how much they're in lurrrve. Seriously, kiss of death, people.
Maybe sculpted deodorant?
I actually prefer the funnel and tanker truck method for getting as much delicious, delicious split pea soup inside of me as possible.
The war absolutely decimated an entire generation of young men, so as a numbers game the average woman's chances for marriage were already pretty limited. Also, the Russian people treated their grievously wounded veterans (of which there were great numbers) completely shamefully. They called them samovars, after the…