He’s better than Patrick, I’ll give him that.

“I want all the boys and girls out there to know, if you have rich parents, you too can do whatever you want.”

She didn’t wipe out, though? That’s something. If she’s got funds to travel around the world, she could have probably also joined a gym and hired a trainer to work on her technique. Or she could half-ass it—that’s the American (er, Venezuelan... I mean, Hungarian) way!

That skeleton run looks... not entirely terrible? If she put in some real training effort, she might have had something there. But I guess real effort is the stumbling block for all these endeavors.

Burn the whole goddamn university to the ground. Refund the students their tuition, help them transfer to new schools, and light the fucking match.

Wow, everyone at MSU is really going for broke in the campaign to beat Penn State for most vile university sexual assault cover-up/rape apologists.

Nice.

*fingers crossed*

Broke Rod.

That happens in Boston, too. So take the usually shitty MA drivers and make them five times worse. I’d say I’m glad to take public transit, but the MBTA doesn’t remember how to work in winter, either.

Adult MsAdventure had to learn that lesson the hard way.

I actually had to look up the name, it’s been so long. They got bought by Claire’s in the late 90s and converted to Icing stores. It’s too bad, they had some fun unique stuff—the Bonne Belle line, I seem to remember some fancy Austrian crystal jewelry. Then they got homogenized into Claire’s or closed.

Back in my day as a Claire’s employee (lo these 20 years ago), we didn’t sell much make-up aside from nail polish and gel and roll-on glitter. Afterthoughts sold Bonne Belle, though, so I’d sneak over there like a traitor for lip glosses.

I regret that I have but one star to give you. This comment wins the internet today.

He’s obviously jealous because he will never be loved and admired the way Halladay is, so he’s lashing out like the sad pissant little boy he is. Do us a favor, Felger—go play out in traffic.

Can’t they just both fall into an industrial sized meat grinder? Then everybody wins.

I felt the same way as a Sox fan. I hated him in that way where you don’t really, you just admire how goddamn good they are and want them on your own team instead of ripping their guts out over the plate. I thought he deserved a couple of more Cy Youngs than he actually got. RIP, Doc.

But what happens if they order more food than they can eat? They’ll just have to take some of that deliciousness home and eat it again tomorrow!

Get that soup, D. Hell, order your own appetizer, as well. And a dessert. Pay for it on a separate tab if you have to. Your in-laws are assholes.

Oh HELL NO I am not watching Look at Me. I have trouble sleeping after reading that one, you think I’m going to WATCH it?! NOPE.

Fuck yeah, Hester.
(But also fuck you, Hester. Don’t mess with a woman’s keys.)