So...just by doing rough math, these poor villagers who had nothing each managed to pony up $3000 each? Something doesnt seem right there....

I would bring a couple of extras but I wrapped them in tinfoil so that if they fell out of my backpack, no one would know what it was. Cause...heaven forbid! 7th grade IS the worst.

I know plenty of ladies at my Grandma’s retirement home who could probably hold TWO cans...one under each boob.

I suggest waiting till he is not around and not discussing it. There IS no discussing it...all of the stuff suddenly is the most important stuff they own. Even that stack of 5yr old bills they will never, ever look at ever again.

My boyfriend is this way too. His mom is a straight up hoarder and while he is not, I see some of those tendencies.

In all honesty, I kinda feel like we are supposed to say she looks amazing because of the circumstances.

Exactly. The song is already “meh” but the douchey “ she’s a shallow idiot but I am crushing on her cause she is hot” lyrics make it a total fail.

Right? I generally hate rompers or jumpsuits cause I am not stripping every time I have to jet to the john. But that one....hate to say it....its cute.

That is not a bra....its boob decoration.

I lost my 4th grade spelling bee because I did not capitalize the B in Bible. Seriously. Which is insane because the word does not have not be capitalized. But I sat my happy ass on down because I was a kid and didnt think I could argue the point. Still pisses me off...lol.

Are we really willing to say that anyone who asks to hug you has a right to do that?

Right?!? That stuff is on point.

Got stung on my leg and like an idiot reached down to wipe away whatever it was and got my hand and arm stung as a bonus. Damn those things do not PLAY!

I thought flaca was slang for skinny woman....but I can see how that would mean “beautiful” in today’s society.

I could never have sex with a plastic surgeon. I would be worried that thy would be judging my body too much and assessing what they would change.

You do that, Willow. Tell us how it goes....

I found that book tucked in the back of my mom’s dresser when I was about 12 or so. It was way too much for me to handle. Some of those stories...the ones involving bestiality or incest...horrified me. At the time I had no idea that stuff like that even existed in the world. It didnt “scar” me or anything like that…

I know I saw that movie but I absolutely cannot remember a single thing about it. And I am pretty sure I felt the same way the day after seeing it. Completely forgettable.

I keep remembering that time she was on Oprah and cooked some miso thing and Oprah tried it and made the worst face ever....