There is at least one Internets Cowboy/Robert Anton Wilson type company out there. Heh, they think they're the Clint Eastwoods of the scene.
There is at least one Internets Cowboy/Robert Anton Wilson type company out there. Heh, they think they're the Clint Eastwoods of the scene.
And yet so creepy as in gaslighting. As in cultural pathology. Or, maybe, truth-telling. It's a very texty way of getting at someone you must, in some way, lack trust.
Well, to quote Brian Moylan, if this isn't "the greatest sociological experiment" of our time, I don't know what is. Add some really messed up commercial about girls going to summer camp. MTV? It was like, "Mom, I'm so hung-over, and we tied X to a tree!!!! LOL. Isn't this so funny?"
It happens to the *nicest* people. Because they can't stop judging at you.
Survivor guilt. Without irony, I thank you for stating the obvious.
You had me at "origami fortune-teller things." Do you love me? Y or N?
I think she has it going on, especially compared to the other pics.
My experience is that any phone use while driving is dangerous considering that you have all other kinds of distractions.While that does not seem profound, imagine the mother with three fighting kids in the car, the person who just received bad news, etc.
Heh to "mom jeans." What does this mean in context? Did you ended up shopping in the box stores and have a zipper up to your navel? Most likely, you had to give up (for a time) facing the fact that the "old you" isn't happening at the moment.
I suppose that a nod to Edith Wharton is in order. Ms. Gordon is a true reality star.
No one ever seems to learn. We get a Hillary Duff or Raven, sometimes. [Scorpions and allegations/"mind your own business"]. Ha, [I mean, *sniff* *sad*]. Don't even tempt me to do a David Bowie, "Fame."
But the lyrics...Will you remember the famous men [ha!] who had to fall, to rise again? Wait, I have the MSI video ready..."Get it? Get it? You just don't get it!!!"
Till the battle of the day is done!
Yep. Beautiful girl. But seriously, so young and troubled.
Just saw the 80s grad student put-down. Gawd. *slams door* [No, really. I've slammed a door or two in my time when someone throws down a stupid argument where the "I'm hipper and know a thing or two" comes around].
Ha. I get it. My ma told me, "It gets better," although I didn't believe her. [She should have done a video in the 80s, vodka straight up in hand].
I love that the last card is "Made in China." Mitt can eat lead...or sell it.
I've often wondered how big my penis would be if I were a boy and how it would affect my world. Getting breast implants is getting to be "normal" [freaky and weird in my mind] to please. The guys with the small "junk;" how freaking hard must that be?
I am sad because this comment is buried. Should be front page news.
Yeah, I had to sign on just to agree. Also, when my oldest daughter was about 4 [no longer a baby, but still rather self-centered and honest], I developed some weird adult-onset acne. Damn if she didn't make my day by telling my nose looked like someone "poked me with a fork. "