Vivid retail flashback-I was attempting to clean up the junior’s jeans area. I spotted a round table with folded Tommy jeans and sweaters that looked ok from a distance, but I soon regretted pulling out the 2 sections near the fitting room to re-fold all the jeans properly. Some horrid cretin with diarrhea had shat…

Actually, she looks like a person who is REALLY trying not to say “EWWWW”

But would you stop at uttering the line” Draw me like one of your French models, Jack” if he asked?

YES!! I can’t tell you how many bleary eyed Moms who are lugging sweaty babies (looking REALLY miserable) I have seen walking at WDW. Bonus= the kid won’t remember a damn thing and you paid oodles to take pictures of Lil’ Precious crying her head off. Compare that to the adorable 5 year old who lights up like mad when…

Good deeds spawning hope-Great!! Now my selfish self says “Let’s do this for curing brain tumors”!!!!!

I think after the first set of twins (especially under legal drinking age), I would have had to had a biiiig vat of margaritas to conceive the 2nd before they were potty trained. I feel for her/ her husband and for the kids with having so much on her plate so young. Sure, she gets help, but what about her…

I like the warning my dentist gave me about being cautious with Zoom whitening: “You don’t wan to go too far and wind up with toilet bowl white teeth”. Duly noted, Doc.

Dearest “Joy”,

I would probably see your stretch marks and think “You are lucky, you got to have kids”. In all sincerity, I hope you and your sweet husband and kiddos have a fantastic weekend :)

I hope this “I porked nasty ass old balls Hefner” skank wakes up and finds herself trapped in a size 28 body. And she is unable to lose the weight for at least a decade.

When I married Mr Raids (both previously widowed, lauau wedding in our late 40's)- Our 1st song was “I Want to Grow Old With You”. Cringe at Adam Sandler all you want, but it summed it all up pretty damn well.

Kisses and hugs to the most wonderful babysitter I ever had (now in heaven)- the nicest lady I ever met, Lulah Rose. Thanks for the reminder of a great lady- and blessings to the beautiful baby!!

You are 110% awesome- thanks!! :)

The 3rd outfit reminds me of the time (in high school) that I dressed for Halloween as “The Feminine Hygiene Fairy”. Becuase, there SHOULD be a fairy in a girl’s life when she sits in a lonely bathroom stall and bemoans the lack of supplies-or a damn quarter.

Thanks-Hugs to you for saying that. Eric tried to live life to the fullest- he was able to teach himself to play the cello after his first surgery, and plant an amazing garden. He was one class shy of his masters degree in environmental engineering when he passed away.

My heart breaks for this girl and her family. My husband was 29 when he was diagnosed with his malignant brain tumor. A BIG giant FUCK you to the assholes who judged him when he had fallen outside of a restaurant and called him a drunk as I struggled to lift him back into our car. This was one of several bullcrap…

I want a fashion smack down to happen: One smart, strong new designer who whispers in Ms. Jones publicist’s ear, shows them their amazing work, and viola: Leslie KILLS the red carpet at her premiere. The new designer gets crap tons of fabulous publicity- and a new fashion star crowns Leslie as the Queen of their new…

I have always suspected this, and I find it almost translates into “Arrrgh, whay aren’t you bitches all built like a fucking stick so I don’t have to dress anything more unsightly than a stick figure?”.

How many of the girls who put up with her dance lessons/nasty attitude are dancing around in sheer fits of joy over her going to jail?

Well, if it’s true that I raid Barry Manilow’s wardrobe, Johnny is taking oodles from Steven Tyler’s closet/ Bea Arthur’s estate sale.