Ah. You've read Rick Perry's biography!
Ah. You've read Rick Perry's biography!
Ah, Texas. They want a dead woman to give birth to a brain-damaged clump of cells that can't possibly survive. HOLY SHIT.
BENGHAZI!
You need to look up the definition of "star-crossed." It's the opposite of your second sentence. Romeo and Juliet were star-crossed and wound up DEAD. (I'm just saying.)
These two definitely deserve each other. A heaven-made match of two fame whores.
Kim Kardashian, bloated as hell.
Thank you for this. Up till now I thought I was the only person on the planet who didn't understand Twitter. (I'm old, though.)
I have a headache now.
Or dolls with juvenile diabetes, complete with toy syringes. <snark>
I don't think this is true at all (I'm big and used to freeze my ass off when I lived in Chicago) ... especially if you have diabetic neuropathy. My body temperature is slightly above 96° most of the time; it frequently dips as low as 95°. That's awfully damn close to hypothermic.
Fabulous movie. Watch it.
She and Michael Caine were AMAZING in that movie.
Buy a lot of Hormel canned tamales. Best investment EVER.
To tell you the truth I was kind of happy when I first heard she signed on for a regular gig in Las Vegas. It's great money, she's close to home (and her children) and it's a stable environment for an entertainer. Whether or not her fans will show up, though, time will tell.
She'll do ANYTHING to be the center of attention. Anything. What a jackass.
Agreed. Especially with two small children. Working in Vegas keeps her much closer to home.
I've been nuts about this guy for the last 30 years. <sigh>