Actually, I do hope this is bullshit and her business continues, as she is very active in saving our last wild mustangs from eradication, round -ups and slaughter from ranchers and the gov’t.
Actually, I do hope this is bullshit and her business continues, as she is very active in saving our last wild mustangs from eradication, round -ups and slaughter from ranchers and the gov’t.
I dare you to use the phrase “black ppl food” in a soul food restaurant.
She’s a freaking idiot in so, so, so many ways. Besides being a racist, her idea of serving “black people food” at her “ranch” makes no sense. She’s located in what is historically traditional Basque ranch herding land; Christ on a bike, lady, ask your chef to cook traditional Basque recipes and serve them…
And - not that those guys were good in how they made their money - but at least once they had it, they actually did set up philanthropic foundations that to this day are still living on and doing good in some way (like libraries, museums, colleges, etc). All Trump has to speak for his fortune is his name on some…
It’s reasonable so long as gay couples can get a damn wedding cake and some flowers from where ever they want.
Like, they’re job is to do the shows, and if they don’t want to do this particular show... that’s a fine choice to make but it’s incompatible with the job for apparent reasons. What am I missing?
OMG, did they Photoshop her leg off?!
Trump won’t even be paying attention. He’ll be sitting up there in the box, tweeting as fast as his little fingers will allow, while Melania looks miserable and wonders if she can order the entire Kennedy Center be covered in gold leaf.
I’ve just started watching it on demand because my husband mentioned how good it is (I had forgotten it was starting). I’m glad she’s doing it - I refuse to watch anything Tom Cruise or John Travolta led because of Scientology and wish OITNB didn’t have Laura Prepon in it (I want to support all the other wonderful…
Last night A&E aired an AMA with Remini and Mike Rinder, one of the questions was basically “how could you ignore all the shit you’ve heard about Scientology taking money and destroying families?” And the answer was simple - if you believe in Scientology you’re less likely to believe something negative about it.
WHAT??? Pay for play??? <clutching pearls> OMG!!! I am shocked - SHOCKED, I tell you. I would have never imagined that such a high-class, family of such distinguished standards would ever stoop to such behavior ... oh, hell, who the fuck are we kidding? This is the only reason he ran. They probably have blueprints…
On a related note- I work with the public and I always say “happy holidays” (I haven’t been told to- just seems natural) and I have had at least 5 people get sassy and say back in a nasty manner “merry Christmas” and then smirk like they showed me.
This sounds like a job for the insane clown posse.
I will laugh so hard forever if it ends up actually being Ted Nugent.
So far all I’ve seen is Ted Nugent, Kid Rock and that America’s Got Talent runner-up Jackie Evancho. And I’m not even sure how serious the first two names are.
This reminds me of the way my my music teachers would work themselves into a lather over Kenny G. Lots of fiery righteous indignation.
I know of pill mills in Houston that used to do this. You could walk in say you were nervous and your back hurt. And for three months you could refill a script there for 60 Oxy , 90 Somas, 90 Xanax, and 120 Lorcet (Vicodin). After three months they would take an in house X Ray to keep up the appearance of keeping…
every time I hear about people taking ‘handfuls’ of Vicodin or Oxy recreationally, my immediate thought is “Do you never want to poop again?!” I will never understand the appeal.
There are tons of prescription NSAIDS that are pretty damn effective. I’m now peeved this doctor couldn’t give tramadol or toradol
It doesn’t work the same way for everyone, though. I had Versed during a procedure, and I remember everything, including the fact that I was hallucinating Winnie the Pooh and Elmer Fudd—and Mrs. Fudd, who doesn’t actually exist—on the machine above my head. I knew in my head that they weren’t real, but I could see…