As much as I don't give a shit about Project Runway, it is still eons better than how I feel about this NuDisqus system.
As much as I don't give a shit about Project Runway, it is still eons better than how I feel about this NuDisqus system.
I love this kind of commitment.
Ha. I got one earlier on the 50 Shades of Grey story.
I was so proud.
And in Lufkin, TX, someone just opened a shop called Pink Pistol, and they do, indeed, sell pink pistols. Pink everything—it's a shop for girly girls.
Best guess, Texas. I bought a handgun, no requirements re paperwork at all. Nothing. I handed them the credit card; they gave me the gun.
One of my least favorite East Texas memories is driving down the road and seeing one of the local mental cases walking down the shoulder carrying a rifle.
Because you just never know, and I don't drive fast.
Stay out of Texas, by all means. Guns are damn near mandatory.
Somehow, For No One was in a dream I was having, and I woke up with the song still running through my mind. For the next few days, I was obsessed with it. Still love it; one of the saddest songs ever.
Hey look! I got a downvote!
Maybe it was calling 50 Shades dreck.
Puppets. Naughty puppets.
I went and read about the "alot," which I praised—and then I suggested that a blog about proper grammar should practice proper grammar as well as preach it.
That's being a dick.
You've got it. Happy now?
The comments on this newswire post are coming hot and heavy, which is just what I'd hoped for. Hot, heavy, more and more, coming faster…
If only Don Knotts were still alive, casting wouldn't even be an issue.
"Torolf entered her like she was a lottery."
This made me laugh out loud, who knows why.
What I like about this adulation is that they think he'd take the role. His career seems to be going pretty well without sullying it with dreck like 50 Shades.
"A lot" is 2 words, not one.
Bet you can get up from your desk without trouble now, eh? Nothing like a grammar/spelling geek to kill that urge.
I've been waiting for this bit ever since the Hunnam drops out story showed up online.
Waiting, breathlessly, achingly…
Oh, enough's enough.
It's called reading with one hand.
Total agreement. This post is purely a work of art. Dirty, erotic, mind-numbing art.