Sorry. I vowed that I’ll never let myself love again when Creed broke up.

One of my all time favorite comedys! So many stupid smart jokes.

You can’t let Dick run your life!!!

You suck, Dick.

Where do you live? If you have a hippish part of town, I feel like you’re more likely to find a highly experienced colorist there that could help figure out your specific hair needs. I get it, but I think it’s dumb we have to think about work when planning our aesthetics. Also, there is something about that magenta…

Zombie how do you get around the washy washy thing if you’re a sweaty oily beast of a person who works out every day and sleeps in ponytails?

I literally just had this whole conversation at the hairdresser’s today and it was super vague, because I have no freaking clue about hair language or colouring subtleties, so this article was epically well-timed. As soon as the last piece of red henna gets left on the cutting room floor, I am printing this out and…

I have chestnut brown hair, and next week, I’m going all platinum, possibly almost silver. I’m terrified and excited! Thanks for the tips!

Dear god, the cost.. the time..

i can’t even find any snark or cynicism here. this is just a decent, human thing to do. good for him and behati.

He’s definetly going to pee in it. And then he will wash it. But he will always know. And whenever he sees people drink out of it, he will smile to himself. Because he will know.

He’ll probably sleep til 2pm, wake up, make some coffee, add a little creamer to the coffee, stir it with a stick up butter, wipe his greasy hands on his shirt, go out, eat 4 hot dogs, and fall asleep during the car ride home.

I’ve told this story a million times before, and I’ll keep telling it to the day I die. It’s kinda long, but fuck it, I think it’s a good one.

As a huge Wings fan who will shout down anyone who says Howe isn’t the greatest player of all time (fuck Wayne Gretzky’s non-backchecking ass), Howe doesn’t compare to Ali. Leaving aside all the racial abuse and systemic obstacles he faced, what Ali had to go through just to be allowed to box after being stripped of…

Not to mention an incredibly cool guy. I live in Metro Detroit and everyone here has either had a direct interaction with Gordie or knows of someone who did. My favorite is my Dad’s. While Howe was in the prime of his career in the 1950s he came and talked at my Grandfather’s church’s men’s group in Detroit. He spent…

I was practically born into Red Wings hockey. I’m a native Detroiter; my uncle had season tickets to Olympia, and would take his sister, my mother, to games where they would see Gordie play.

RIP

I wish I had a nickel for all the “whispy chucklefuck’s” I’ve met.

More than anything, he ran when confronted.

And, am I alone in knowing dozens—nay, hundreds—of men who drink like fish and avoid raping people?