Whoops, forgot about that, such a long time ago.
Whoops, forgot about that, such a long time ago.
An excellent point! I would mind it less if it didn't sound so forced, like someone is parodying a boring, twentysomething white chick who is trying desperately to sound hip and ironic.
It's ok, I haven't gotten my prize yet either. I'm not quite sure how they would contact anyone directly through the site.
Caffeine withdrawal sucks. I've tried to quit a couple times, and failed every time. Now my attitude is I don't smoke, I don't drink very often, everyone needs one vice in their life.
I'm a woman, and Amelie's stubborn insistence on meeting every last negative stereotype about women and pop culture ("Reality shows are great!" "Superhero movies are so boring!" "I'm going to be catty about Taylor Swift!") is really irritating, and as mentioned before, really stands out like a sore thumb when compared…
Those Bret Michaels dog toys have been around since last year, I saw them on clearance at PetSmart during the Christmas season.
Also, the "superhero movies are so lame, yawn" thing is getting to be about as tiresome as the superhero geek thing. Anyone who believes that Real Housewives shows are more tolerable than Iron…
It's "meatless May," an annual tradition in La Casa del Sporks. Feel free to share your favorite meat-free recipes, especially for easy to make lunches.
I'd love to see him dig deeper though, maybe posit a theory as to what's behind Robert DeNiro's decision making process in taking film roles these days.
The Big Wedding
That's a pretty good album to get it on to.
And let us not forget the incomparable "Into the Night," by Benny Mardones.
Drunk off my ass, but I knew it was going to happen in advance anyway. The drinking was to quell my nerves. It wasn't as bad as I had been led to believe (women are always told horror stories of blood and pain), but it certainly got better after that.
When I was a kid I used to think they were saying "Motorhead."
I think some of these might be a stretch. That being said, the subject of virginity in pop culture is never not at least slightly creepy.
I'm sure someone commented on it already, but how could you leave out the fact that Travolta's character was named Strip? Strip!!!
I remember when I moved into my first apartment in 1994, and how excited I was that my cable company carried Comedy Central. Ah, those were the days.
Yeah, but Jackie Harvey already covers that.
So funny it isn't funny anymore!
I guess this would be okay if you have 99 cents burning a hole in your pocket.
Any intention this show had of portraying the real life struggles of teenage mothers ended as soon as the media turned them into minor tabloid celebrities. It's gross and sad.