Oh, you're good.

Nice.

The face and body hair grown by women on the Italian side of the family can give most WASP men a run for their money.

Not going to happen. Between his bouts with booze and depression a few years back and his loss to Senchenko last year, Hatton's likely going to stick to retirement this time. After that match he even said that he doesn't have it anymore.

I doubt it's a cue from Jersey shore. Emerati women were putting these massive flower scrunchy things in their hair a fews ago to give their hijab profile a boost and keep their scarves off the back of their necks (air circulation ftw!). I think it was a Saudi trend, too.

The little girl wearing the Hulk chest with the poofy tutu is my favorite. That'll be my daughter's next Halloween costume. Or mine.

Thanks for the recommendation. I am so getting a chesterfield!

Can anyone here vouch for the comfort of a chesterfield sofa? I've always loved the look of one, but never had the chance to test one out properly (laying down, eating dinner in front of the tv, resting with a leg draped over an armrest, etc.).

Believe it or not, this looks like a standard Long Island girl wedding... minus the famous people. And daddy paying for it all. I've been to quite a few weddings on the Island* and, yep, I've seen the horses, the glass coach, and numerous insufferable princess brides in frothy meringues who demanded fealty paid to…

Yeah, fellow young-by-NYC-standards bride! I, too, was 24 when I wed 6 years ago in NY and the look on the clerk's face was one of confusion and — after checking out my non-existent pregno belly — mild disappointment. Because career women in power suits simply do not marry young without maternal motivation.

It's not the possibility of me going down in a crash. It's the possibility of me being lucid for the most horrid handful of seconds of my life while I fall to my death. That is why I don't go on planes. A car crash is immediate; most likely, I won't know what hit me. But a crash? I will know and that is what I aim to…

Aaaaand this is why I don't take planes. Sinking boat? I can do a decent doggy paddle. Train derailment or car crash? There's a chance I can walk away. Plane falling from the fucking sky? All I can probably do is eeek out an "aaw shi..." and that, my friends, is not enough for me.

We didn't get to see Bill seal the deal with Sam in the hotel room a few seasons back. Eric can try to claim that territory as his. I won't mind.

You're welcome. I was going crazy trying to post a pic to the "hot bearded dude-a-rama" post yesterday until someone told me that only I couldn't see the photo in my own post.

Are you seeing a broken pic icon when you post? That was happening to me and driving me crazy until our fellow Jezzies clued me into Kinja's weirdness: The picture actually posts, the original poster just can't see it. Try posting, then opening up the page in Chrome incognito or in another browser and you'll see if…

Gaaah!!! Kinja, grrrr!

Bah! How do I get pics to show up???!!!??? KIIIIIIIINJAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Gah! I tried to post the pic but Kinja and I aren't friends yet. Anyhoo, this dude.

Wow. I'm mentally hosting a photoshop contest right now and this photo is being used in many, many, many delightful ways.

My virtue! My virtue! How do you expect me to be a chaste modest woman when a man with artfully sculpted scruff is flashed before my eyes?!?!?!