I live in Charleston, West Virginia, where things like this happen regularly. So pass the fucking Fiji.

This Satan dress just changed fucking colors WHILE I WAS LOOKING AT IT. I feel like if I dug in my crawl space right now I might find the Broodwich.

"my mom's Prius"

Then perhaps the clickbait title should actually have read "The ultra-thin skyscraper sways four to five feet, as demonstrated by disappointing video of someone's iPhone"

(It's actually Solange. BUT DOESN'T SHE LOOK LIKE E.S. omg)

In a weird coincidence, I recently discovered by accident that L'Oreal "TXT It" spray smells a LOT like "Victoria" by Victoria's Secret, which I love love loved as a teenager. Works pretty well, too.

It should be noted that Esperanza Spalding has not, as far as we know, attacked Jay-Z in an elevator.

Charleston in the haaouuuse

Oh bullshit.

A few years ago I worked for a 60-ish attorney, a sole proprietor whose office was an old townhouse. He often slept there when fighting with his wife, so one of the two PCs was situated on the coffee table in front of the comfy leather sofa in his personal office. Having to log on to that machine for something was…