I need to know. Is he on this crusade because HIS mother binge drank when she was pregnant with him, so he has FAS?
I need to know. Is he on this crusade because HIS mother binge drank when she was pregnant with him, so he has FAS?
Erm, I use a manicure scissors. Other than that, guilty.
I am completely not a fan of hers; I would even go so far as to say that I dislike her.
[mews softly under her breath] I left you a present. Try to find it before it begins to rot. Tee hee.
Here's your first hint: corporate comers do not shop at Talbots. Their grandmothers, maybe.
Blair Waldorf completely agrees.
The Emperor freaked out. The cats were all, 'you're up? Cool. Feed me now.' I went back to sleep. NBD.
Like my sainted mother always said, 'You should only speak good of the dead. He's dead. Good.'
Like you, I'm an old. There were no vaccines for chicken pox, mumps, measles, rubella. I had them all as a child, except for rubella. That one I picked up as an adult. That was loads of fun.
And certainly not Jews. Never Jews.
Wat?
Erm, wat? I watched my mother die from ovarian cancer. She'd had breast cancer 40 years earlier. It took four weeks from diagnosis to death. Four. Weeks. If I can spare my kids that, I would. I had the BRCA test and, unlike Angelina Jolie, I am not a carrier of the gene. So I won't be having the surgery.
You know who's responsible for rape? Rapists. Even 'Princeton Men' can be rapists. They come from all walks of life. Don't blame women for their rapes. Blame the mothers of the rapists for raising them NOT to be rapists.
Speaking from personal experience only...
Really, people! Making your bed every day is just not that hard. And for those of you who say it's only going to get mussed up again that night, well then why do you bother to:
Shower
Brush your teeth
Launder your clothes
Wash the dishes
Dust
Vacuum, etc.
Aww...
I'm pretty sure it's just him, with all his manufactured outrage.
Too much chocolate, you say?
I realize that to cilantro is proof that Satan walks the earth. But I love the stuff. Absolutely love it.
I bow to no one is my disdain for Brussels sprouts. Choose your weapon, Sirrah! And meet me at dawn.