Pissing Contest Material.

Honestly, if it were a halter top style with that high side slit dress, I’m all over that like white on rice.

I just facepalmed so hard I gave myself a nosebleed.

Huge moose, and beavers that know how to get around.

So, why not do something utterly radical and call it Flag Football regardless? Powder Puff immediately evokes the mental image of girls who won’t pick up the ball because they have wet nails, or running might make them sweat, or muss their hair. D:

What the hell is Powder Puff*?

Her lawyer is probably furiously MSPainting as we speak.

Well, I know what I’m doing when I get home.

Now THIS is a thing of beauty. People are insane!

All we ask is a way to get around without slipping on something and cracking our heads open. :(

The great thing about social media is that this sort of thing happens. And then, if you’re a cast iron bitch like me, you find out during the reception and have her escorted from it, to her car and given a hearty thanks for coming out. Bye Felicia.

Sorels for warmth, hands down. But you’re right, they’ve got fuck all for grip. :/ I find in Canada you can buy boots that have grip on the ice and snow, or boots that keep your feet warm, but you cannot have both. Thanks Harper.

Exactly! Mine just eyeroll and take another cookie from the jar. Heathen bitches.

Granted, this has been a direct quote from me to and from various friends over the years, but we laugh and agree that someone is being stupid and then get down to the nitty gritty of how to fix the damn problem. I ask my best friends to leave my house at least once a month and the bastards never do. <3

The summer of my best friend’s wedding, I wore a low cut top and got the most unfortunate boob tan ever. The dress I was MOH in was even more low cut than the top so my boobs look striped in all the casual wedding photos. This is why I’m single.

Didn’t wear sunscreen this weekend during my trip to Japan, and I have a U-shaped tan on my chest thanks to the shirt I was wearing. My dress for Vegas this weekend has a V-neck. Moron.

Something something “Jumpy Italians”.

Probably every night before bed! ;D

Just last night in fact. The only downside is I’m allergic to wool, so you have to pull the acrylic over my eyes.