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But they didn’t have the balls to open Room 11. Trump in the Oval Office!

How pathetic do you have to be to rob a 90 year old woman? Yes, we need criminal justice reform. However, every time I hear about something like this, I get illogical and think, “no, just lock the fucker up in a cage and let him suffer.”

Enough rude men, indeed, Gina. Enough indeed.

Carol Burnett as Scarlett never gets old.

Perhaps I was unclear....I understand what mid century modern means. I was saying I like it much better when it’s got some color, a la this:

Uh. No amount of marble and chandelier would make me want to join a sorority. Loved my artsy fartsy college where individualism, weirdness and Kafkaesque angst were celebrated and encouraged.

Hahaha—that place, all for a bunch of 20 year olds to pretend they are Kardashians for a couple years but really just throw up all over, and for some poor women of color to have to clean up after them. “Greek life” makes me sick.

Looks like a lovely place for college kids to puke all over.

Man oh man, I thought to myself, there must be some old school confederate leaning heritage in that sorority. That plantation style home made me eye roll hard. Like c’mon, they were founded in 1852 in Georgia, no sorority needs a $13 million dollar compound for “secret” ceremonies. I am hater.

Beautiful photos of the Jezebel house where we all live and menstruate in tandem

Fuckin’ A right!

I love how the last paragraph of the paragraph at that link gets really defensive and calls the critics of the fraternity system Commies.

There is no greater shithole than Alabama and their two stupid dueling universities.

The Greek System - encouraging shitty behavior in the real world since the dawn of time.

This comment was a wild ride.

they probably walked down the aisle to the wedding march by a guy playing musical saw and had a barber onsite providing strait-razor shaves. the live entertainment was log burling and suspender snapping. and the happy couple rode away on a giant old-timey tricycle.

Mason jars, replete with locally sourced honey and OH DEAR GOD the bees are chasing us and so is the bear- He’s foaming mad since we snatched the honey comb out of his massive paw. Ditch the heels and ruuuun to that unseemly banjo music.