Well, you know, this isn’t suspicious at all.
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As we know more about her, her brand looks more and more tacky. Tweeting about champagne popsicles on Memorial Day? Tacky. Photo of herself in a ballgown with her baby-faced huckster of a husband’s hand on her ass? Tacky. Daddy is tacky, Stepmommy is tacky, her ghost-written book is tacky. Setting herself up with an…
I’ve only ever seen her stuff at places like Marshalls or TJ Maxx or on amazon. Before all this trump president fever dream nightmare, I sort of equated her brand as slightly down market than Jessica Simpson (I will admit to owning more than few Jessica Simpson dresses).
It seems very Russian to insult someone by saying they have “weak hands”.
“This song is so great!!!”
All snark aside, that is really nice and that collection of artists is perfect for Ariana’s fans
That is exactly my situation and I am very much enjoying this. I doubt I’ll continue past this season but Rachel seems worth it.
I haven’t peeked at a Bachelor/ette since Trista. This recap sounds like I should give this one a gander.
I loved that they were actually having a stupid conversation about something that people would actually talk about on a date.
And they aren’t Catholic. You’re right, it’s like playing dress up. I hate to criticize their dress since they have every right to wear whatever the fuck they want, but it just seems like an odd choice for two fashion conscious women to wear, basically funeral clothes on a state visit, during the springtime. They just…
She always looks like she just finished a bottle of something and she’s not afraid to start another.
I bet she also said “do you know who I am!?”
Halsey is a full mess in an ill-fitting trench... skirt?, a bra you’d wear on a Sunday afternoon, and gladiator pumps that are giving more the mummy than Badgalriri.
While watching, when I saw Celine Dion’s dress, it immediately registered as an update of the iconic “Letty Lynton Dress” (designed by Gilbert Adrian for Joan Crawford in 1932).
I wouldn’t wear Haley’s bra on Sunday or any other day of the week. That thing looks like more of a torture device than your average underwire bra, and that’s saying something.
Whatever it takes for him to stop hitting women.
Because men being afraid to hire hookers to piss on them is one of the main things stopping America from being great again.
Third option: his supporters would say it’s about damn time we had a President with the courage to hire hookers to piss on him.
Oooh, a certified letter! How could we doubt someone who would pay a whole $3.35 to send a letter!
That motherfucking pee tape better be real, and we better get a copy of it tout suite! I’m not tired of the winning, I’m tired of the waiting.