I'm reeeeally curious about how to cast a synastry horoscope...

I wasn't really interested in talking to anyone new, since I'd just broken up with someone I was with for many years. My eyes were puffy from crying for weeks, but I scraped myself off the floor and went out for a beer with a friend. I saw a tall gangly blond guy at the bar and thought "GodDAMN," but still wasn't…

I'd never drink again! Holy shit, she's got a horseshoe up her ass.

Ok...not antagonizing, but why is that specific photo creepy (not talking about the one with the sheet)? They're both wearing clothes and she's cuddling with her dad. Are we that fucked up as a culture that a guy being affectionate with his daughter makes us automatically think of incest or something? I have friends…

U so edgy and baaaaaad, Miley. I get that we like feeling better about ourselves, but can we do that withOUT making idiots famous?

Well, those are the types of BASIC women. The rest of us don't fit in...and do we want to?

The new normies (at least from what I can tell based on peers from my hometown), is the "Cool, yoga, making-Christianity-hip, 'look how atypical I am because I'm wearing harem pants and got a wrist tattoo', creating Facebook profiles for babies," type women. My hometown is Austin.

The MOST basic. Just because you're a famous superstar doesn't mean you're not.

What an edgy badass.

Yes but the lingerie shower HAS to be in a destination. And all her friends have to pony up the money to go away for the weekend because otherwise you may as well tell the world that you're not excited for your wedding and you don't even really love your fiancé.

$100 says this girl will also do a "Bachelorette Weekend" where she and all her girls—maybe even one gay guy because she's cool like that—fly to Vegas and have a massive time full of spas, fruity cocktails, and strapless or one-strapped mini body-con dresses. Partying like rock stars, ya'll (you know how much rock…

I'm only with you on the Pootie Tang choice.

The actual quality of the images is good, but the theme is the cheesiest thing I've seen in a long time.

And he is FINE as hell any which way.

Loved him since the Strangers with Candy movie!

I wish your mom was my mom.

The basic idea of the comment, I agree with: she looks nothing nothing NOTHING like Jessica Rabbit. It's like me trying to channel Marilyn Monroe, but only getting breast implants and keeping my long curly black hair and dressing in my shitty Gwar tee and baggy pants. Now, maybe she's just inspired by J.R.'s curves…

First you'll have to rid the world of drooling, blind celebrity worship, and that's not gonna go anywhere anytime soon. I saw Beyoncé wearing army pants and flip-flops, so I got army pants and flip flops.

I grew up with two sibs and I gotta tell you, I wouldn't be here today if it were not for them. Dealing with my dysfunctional, fucked up family all alone would have been a living nightmare. However, as an adult woman with a working reproductive system, trying to decide if I actually want children, I can't see me going…

Congrats on having the balls (and I presume, the face) to pull this off. Cause if I chopped off all my hair, I'd look like an ugly, hung over, anemic spider monkey escaped from a lab. Sigh...I wish I could. This ratty Nicky Nichols mop sheds like a motherfucker and I wish I could shave it off so so so SO bad...