The fit on this is a crime. This bitch is thin and rich and still looks like shit- that takes some effort.
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Nah, I’m pretty sure that’s the ghost of a nurse who died during the 1918 Spanish Flu outbreak. She just bears a striking similarity to Ivanka.
That’s a fake Melanie. Real one is not affectionate, real one is robot.
If you’ve never seen Witches of Eastwick, even more so that you confused it with She-Devil and Death Becomes Her (which I can only assume by the comment, you haven’t seen enough), you have some serious homework to do. These are three fantastic, female-driven movies with, OMG, like six or seven of the most amazing…
“Cher got a part she wanted by fucking a director”
That green M&Ms thing (brown if I recall correctly) was actually kind of clever. Since Van Halen had a massive stage for that tour, they had very specific requirements about reinforcements for the stage. If they walked into the dressing room and didn’t see the green M&Ms, that indicated that the people at the venue…
I miss living in a world where Tori Spelling had the power to tell someone not to make eye contact with her.
This, this, this.
Yes, overwhelmingly positive!!!!!
I wish people would turn to hospice sooner because, for one thing, hospice patients live longer and more comfortably. Sometimes they even get better and send hospice away altogether! I know of one case personally.
The difference between dying in a hospital and dying with hospice is like…
I Envy These Bolivian Orchestra Members Quarantining in a German Castle With Ghosts, Wolves
How generous is your roommate with the pain meds? Because between that and the easy access to both restaurant tacos and cold beer, your situation doesn’t sound too bad right now! Nature is awesome, right on, etc., but if there’s any time that’s the right time to be altering your reality on a regular basis, it’s…
Thank you so much for your kind words.
You know, I was so glad to have the quarantine.
I assume that since we know for sure that two people have it, the number is probably closer to fifty.
I decided I wanted to do a murder mystery for my funeral. Once it starts, a cliche’d grizzled detective in a trench coat comes in and start listing insanely outlandish reasons why various family members or friends wanted me dead. Until he accuses someone and cops (fake) come in to take then away.
I want my ashes mixed in with glitter and sprinkled from the ceiling onto the unsuspecting attendees while Kylie Minogue songs blast in the background.
My MIL (age 82) died very unexpectedly in early January. She was all packed for an around-the-world cruise with her boyfriend. We held a 45 minute service and then a four hour catered reception with an open bar. The kind of party she would have wanted to attend. We figured we’d never buy her another birthday gift,…
People: I want my funeral to be a party!
Hate to be that guy, but “quaaludes”. This one sticks in my head because words with double a are rare and cool, like aardvark.