I retract what I offered. I think she looks pretty good.

RiRi seems to back up into men a lot, doesn't she? If I had that gorgeous face, I'd save the ass fo' later.

That's so true, isn't it? Aside from the ubiquitous Jordan Catalano, you can serve up a beautiful boy and a funny boy, and I'll take the funny one...um...let's go with 8 times out of 10. Funny, to me, = smart.

One of my best friends in high school's mom's maiden name was Ida Mae Blossom. Followed by the obligatory, "Then again, she may not."

Geez. Photographed leaving a club but not together is stretching the definition of "humping again" to what has to be its legal limit. I once left a club at the same time as Lyle Alzado and, BOY, was I not humping him, wetly or otherwise.

Good grief. #2 is possibly the best definition of anything I've ever read. Props!

This is the best thing I've read all day. Bravo(a), as the case may be.

I'd bet they're going with, "Well, it was true THEN but it's not true NOW." That'd be my fall-back.

Hey, hey! "There for the right reasons," please.

Some of these fuck-wits have so damn much money it just doesn't matter. I worked for one for years & years. He was nouveau riche to boot. He always said he didn't want to be rich for the money so much as for the power. Terrifying. (Quick anecdote: He was one of those men who would tell me to get lunch…

OMG...their real names! Instantly brought me back to "Reno 911" when it was revealed that Rayneesha Williams' real name was Megan Underwood!

Well, I love me some NFL ... no make that "I love me some football", but fuck Rahim Moore.

Oh, lord, Jim Dankowski was That Guy in high school. He was a year ahead of us (as all cool boys have to be), and the halls would go silent when he walked through. Looking back on that whole thing, no one ever SPOKE to the poor guy; there was something about his orbit. He was too brooding and mysterious and…

Am thoroughly enjoying finding a like-minded Jez-person! I'm adding you to my imaginary "list" along with Butters and DangerTits and hope you don't mind. I believe you're in terrific company!

Me, too. I've never enjoyed being An Old as much as I have the past few months.

Her "biggest supporter" cannot possibly be her mother; it's clearly her bra(s).

No, I'm positive he never would have been physically violent with me (although, given his ass-hattery, who knows?); I assume he just figured I was "being a girl." I bet he hated to read, too.

And I stand firmly beside you. (I, too, broke up with a beautiful boy in high school — got out of his car & walked home — when, after I turned on the radio and got only static, he explained, "It's got a filter: No Beatles or nigger music." I'd never heard that word said aloud and, frankly, it scared the living shit…

And Emeraude.

Oh! White Shoulders always smelled stinky on me but my best friend in high school wore it exclusively, and your comment just zapped me back to Sister Ancilla's 10th-grade algebra class. Swear-to-god, I just had a Way-Back Machine Experience!