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I feel like there are 3 people who get tiny houses.

This is absolute bullshit. I have THREE rescues, including a 100+lb Maremmano that had HALF OF HIS TEETH KNOCKED OUT WITH A GODDAMN BASEBALL BAT when he was a year old - beaten DAILY by a drunken owner. He was a bit difficult at first (duh) and we had to gently throw something at him to wake him up out of a sound…

...and organic ayurvedic detox tea. Because nothing helps lack of clean water more than tea that dehydrates the fuck out of you.

I can, actually.

God, can you imagine her sending kale to Flint?

Just wanted to let you know that I read your whole comment twice and there simply wasn’t a lie to be found. Nary a lie.

I don’t understand any of this. Heavy Metals?? But yeah, go to a fucking doctor! A real one who went to med school, not some yogi vegan gluten free guru.

An actual line from goop: “If you’re plagued by issues like parasites or heavy metals, you might need a bit more than a standard clean eating protocol. Below, some advice on working through more complex problems.”

If it weren’t so frickin’ disturbing, it would be hilarious to observe the level of white people privilege Tori Spelling and her husband experience. They apparently owe close to half a million dollars to various big time creditors, including AMEX and a big time bank, yet they walk free. In 2017 America, if they were…

On the one hand, the Hollywood tantrum over her failure to campaign was pathetic; it truly is the world capital of narcissism.

When I was in my 2o’s, I had a cute butt, perky tits and tiny waist. (But no silicone tits right under my chin.) Now I’m almost 67. After two pregnancies and a hard bout with breast cancer 18 year ago, I have a saggy ass, thick waist, poochy tummy and lopsided boobs. I still go to the gym to increase my muscle mass,…

Every time she says “spaghetti”, I want to punch the TV. You don’t have an accent, Giada, stop fucking pretending you do.

Going forward I’m going to tell everyone to shut the fuck up because I have too low a smoke point.

That’s such an important point, about their radical politics being so key to the 1990s adaptation; it’s what made the scene between Jo and Professor Baer at the theater sing. And Susan Sarandon’s Marmee was a joy.

“Brad, can you put on this knitted waistcoat and cup your breasts? No, not here, in that thicket. Try and look coquettish”.

WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE

Or “You Just Don’t Under-Sand Me.”

ohmygodddd They are all so EXTRAAAA you have to click on the article!!!

They really could have edited the photos down to half what was chosen. First I would have cut is this “sad sand baby”.