I think we are way past that point. Even if (BIG if) 90% of these women are lying, manipulative, harpies that are just trying to get their 15 minutes of fame and a payout, that still means that Bill Cosby drugged and raped at least 4 of them.

Yeah. I’m ten years younger than this lady, and the very idea of spending that much time with a 23-yr-old dude [who reads The Secret, ffs) is just uuuuuggggh. And one who writes “anywho” instead of the PROPER, CORRECT “anyhoo”? Helllll no.

The last wedding I went to was all buffet and even had a sliders station. Boom! Problem solved.

Theory:

HOW’S THAT COOL POPE TREATIN YA, GUYS

there’s a 0.0% chance this is real

Nobody ever hugs me and even *I* think this is pathetic.

because attacking the independently owned small business is definitely the best way to fight gentrification.

Other things Marion Cotillard said*:

Exactly, or tight braids or weaves. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a tight man-bun.

Most of the man buns I see aren’t done tight enough to cause that kind of hair loss. Traction alopecia is seen more around the hairlines of women who wear severe ponytails all day every day.

Yeah this show looked basic af to me but sounds like maybe not?

he doesn’t even GO HERE

She wrote all of them, and directed some. She wrote Private Benjamin and Jumpin’ Jack Flash, too!

I’m gonna be real honest here and say that I had no idea all these films were made by the same person and I’m shocked because I actually love almost every single one of them. NEW THINGS!

I have a cross stitch sign in my bathroom that says “Please don’t do coke in the bathroom.”

UM, “could you be a peach” sounds SUPER condescending, and the choice to use it on DAY TWO of a new job with your BOSS is just ... that’s incredibly bad judgment.

My MIL decided she was going to give my FIL a “binaca blow job.” She didn’t realize you’re supposed to spray it in your mouth, not on your husband’s cock. So she basically sprayed fire all over his junk.

Scene- My bedroom, 2 AM, after a bottle and a half of wine.
Players (In a theatre sense, not like, a gross way to say ‘lovers’ or whatever)- My husband and also my me.

We were young, early 20’s, shitty on wine, having laugh sex, where we sort of clumsily bounced around the bedroom, laughing and not totally putting all…