I cannot look at that stupid spelling without hearing Keegan Michael Key in my head every time.
I cannot look at that stupid spelling without hearing Keegan Michael Key in my head every time.
I started watching Grey’s from the start a couple weeks ago (I’d watched it up to maybe the 6th season then gave up cause it was too bananas) when I was sick and, now that I work in the medical/research field I’m just consistently horrified. Where are the ethics boards?! Where are the regulatory colleges?! Why are…
I feel like the right coat, like a red velvet trench with an enormous (faux) fur collar, wouldn’t be amiss with the whole femme fatale vibe. It would also make this a lot more fair!
They’ve been dating a few weeks...
Yeah, I totally get that, which is why it’s important to talk about this!
Seriously?!?!? Honestly, boys suck.
I don’t care who you are, how morally bankrupt people may perceive you, or who you’ve pissed off by doing what: revenge porn is never ok. End of story. I’m glad she’s trying to take legal action.
She’s got it all wrong: Sweatpants are awesome for regular life, but terrible for working out. There’s too much fabric, so increased friction. Plus, when you sweat, they take forever to dry. Sport tights/leggings are the far superior choice for working out, from a practical POV.
We need Tiffany Cross’ application of #WakandaRules right now
He’s King Lear without a Cordelia.
My dream was to get on Jeopardy, so I could tell a terrible story, and be on The Soup segment: Great Story Jeopardy Contestant!
This picture sums up why I’m single. I happen to live near Google HQ. All of the guys around here a) have too much money b) think they are god’s gift to women because of their money c) don’t see the light of day.
So you respond to his homophobic shit by headlining your article with a homophobic, gay baiting slur?
Came here for this. How did he use a regular-size keyboard with those doll hands?
He’s JP from grandmas boy.
My boys, baby and I skipped school today and saw the first showing at 10am. Theater was packed. My heart soared several times because, finally, I was watching a movie, not about pimps, hoes, slavery or drugs, but one were my 5 year olds cheered for heroes and booed villians that looked just like them. They saw a woman…