God, she does not have 2 brain cells to rub together

It was the costumes and the dancing, not being entitled assholes.

Besides, he was such a miserable moody noodge. He was NO FUN whatsoever in any way. At least my miscreant moody high school BF had a sense of humor.

I know. Drunk driving! Breaking shit! Trespassing! When you’re 32, you can’t do that shit, nor do you want to do that shit, anymore.

It was what fast-forward was made for.

Ooh, Mr. Man, come rescue me and my baby-self!

He is just unforgiveably cute.

Here’s an alternate version: https://suebobdavis.com/2016/11/26/gilmore-girls-a-year-in-the-life-with-suebob/

And showing up at a job interview with NO IDEAS for articles or how to improve the publication. Every fucking journalist in the world has more ideas than they know what to do with, but not Miss Doe Eyes. “But you wanted ME!”

None of these damned characters developed a bit in all the missing years?

THANK YOU. She is harrrrrrible.

We can’t see the tits and ass? How the hell are we supposed to judge a woman accurately if we can’t see her tits and ass?

Gah. It’s always so...interesting...when insecure people start making fun of other people to make themselves feel better. One year my BF’s step-brother, a dumbshit whose biggest accomplishment was running a landscape crew at WalMarts, started making fun of my BF, an attorney who was doing important work- “Oh yeah, Mr.…

I’m so sorry.

I handled it by never, ever going inside when my uncle was there. I would see his truck outside and just drive away. Probably not the best tactic, but I did what I felt like I had to do.

Now I get to tell you my Young Republicans story!

Maybe that’s why I don’t like them. I bought a box of stuffing just to try to make an idea I have...yellow curry stuffing. I will keep you posted.

I think it is because Thanksgiving is the last time you’ll see fresh green beans until next summer. You get one last chance...

I love orange and lemon zest but not oranges so much, so I always have these scraped up oranges sitting around in the off chance that I may want to use the insides for something.

Nah, they fed it to everyone. Because they hate life, I guess.