Hopscotch too.
Hopscotch too.
Well the camera work is quite spectacular.
One of my exes had more then a two hander. He was a pale, lanky poet from the Pacific Northwest and his tukus did. Not. Quit. A tukus for the ages, I tell ya!
Bill Murray has excellent legs. You know what strong legs are good for?
yeah, I figured, what a supreme bummer. I used to really enjoy scrolling through comments of articles I was interested in. Now it just seems like a bother. Thanks for writing back, have a good one.
Does anyone know why the comments on the Jezebel are all closed? I hope they are not switching over to that horrid new commenting system like on Gawker.
Anyone remember Phrank, the lesbian folk singer? She had a awesome song about not wanting Noguchi cuttin' on her. Good times.
Thank for the posting, what a wonderful lady and story.
He could be featured on thighlights. Dayyyyuuumm! I thought there was only one reason I loved this story.
I adore a blueberry/valium granita.
All those starlets gotta keep the weight down. It is very hard to get a fatty fat fatty-rump cast.
I did not know he was one of the Romans, I am so sad. "Why now", because Mr. Polanski ran away from justice for the child. No wonder the survivor wanted to let it go, she never got her closure or justice. I just can't forgive that.
"And now we do it to our kids" so very creepy.
clever clever *snorts*
Thank you for sharing this. It was short, sobering and cuts right to the point.
For the Nola show, he was wearing black jeans, t shirt and some well placed eyeliner...he looked great , but sweaty. I never thought to think about the attire he chose, he was so funny and it was so bloody hot. Did I mention it was hot?
Well, Willow hasn't been on the cover of any trash rags, has certainly not danced on a network dancing competition, or been the subject of a major reality show. She must bow to the altar of the Palin and do her bit.
Take her out back and shoot her.
I think it is because the horse itself is a small business. Not that they are the most out of touch, mega rich, and robotic people ever. It is a shame the beautiful sport of dressage has been tainted by this scandal.
A group of friends and I went to see him in Nola, two summers ago. It was meltingly hot outside, and the AC broke inside, and he was late to go on stage whilst they tried to fix the AC. Still we sat, drowning in our own personal puddles until the man came out. I wish I could remember exactly what he said, but it…