These things are for a particular Victorian era loving, romance novel enthusiast fancy lady. What about those urbane, modern and minimalist objet d’arte bitches in your life? This, they need this. I need this.
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Not even a question. And I would make him always use his Thor voice. He would be like, “hon, do we have any—” and I would interrupt him and say, “IN YOUR THOR VOICE!” And he would make his voice all deep and sexy and slightly English and say, “do we have any milk?” And then it wouldn’t matter if we had any milk.
It’s a well-attested rumor that he and Zayn once hooked up with a groupie each in the same hotel room. I like to believe that’s the specific time he’s remembering (although there’s a small handful of stories of him either hooking up with fans or attractive girls he met on the streets/in shops who were, if not fans, at…
That is the face of someone remembering a very good guilty fuck.
I mean, that’s pretty unforgivable in the world Bourdain comes from. If you can’t make do with what you have, you can’t cook. (Almost) Anyone can make a delicious meal out of blueberries, manchego and beef tenderloin.
“Unlike Pioneer Woman and her fake homespun persona/story”
I mean - yeah Guy Fieri is an easy target, but “if Ed Hardy fucked a juggalo” is awesome and hilarious
I can’t believe millihelen is over and Jane Marie is leaving (or worse, being pushed out). This is by far one of the best Jezebel’s sub-blog, I love, love Deep Cuts, the 24 hours Beauty Diaries, the mall makeovers stories, the talk about make-up and beauty routines, the tips and tricks...and of course the best part is…
I want to wear a black version of the pink feathery one while I mourn Kitchenette and Millihelen. :(
Nooo! Not Jane!
would u:
The douchepocalypse™.
Jesus. Both Charlie Sheen and Justin Bieber on Today? That’s the douchebag motherlode. The douchebag hoard of Smaug. The douchebag event horizon. The douchebag Gotterdammerung.
It’s really saying something if Bieber thinks you’re a douche.
Nah, that’s not an opinion. It’s just a fact. Look at those big ol’ heads and sweet eyes and goofy legs. Precious.
I am surprised that Cafe Gratitude in LA isn’t making customers use a crystal to decide what to order.
Nothing reminds me more of sitting cross-legged while listening to my kindergarten teacher sing quite like this song.
A mud hole? Jesus Christ the country is terrifying