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This is weird.

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What’s sexy, for me, about MMc is his CONFIDENCE. Man!!! I love that swagger in a person, the true “I know who the fuck I am in this world and I don’t care if you like me love me leave me, Here-I-Is.”

Whoever is came up with this response is going to make big bucks in public relations one day.

Yep, this.

Awwwwww. This made me cry. Poor old fella.

He even announced a new policy which would give a limited 25 percent tax credit to any business that offered between four and 12 weeks of paid family leave,

Thanks. The part of the story I left out, for length reasons, having to do with how they were able to find him includes a psychic and Geraldo Rivera.

My maternal, grandfather was a real jack of all trades type. One of his side businesses, from the 1960s-80s, was tanning cow hides. He had a few acres in the middle of nowhere, Texas hill country, where he’d go to cure and treat the hides in the afternoons, a couple days a week. Phew! The stink! We called it the

1983, I’m 20 and signed with the modeling agency in LA at the time. We were expected to attend parties that were given by producers, A list actors (who were always old) and studio heads. The agency would send a head sheet (basically small poster with small photos of head shots) to these men and they would let the

10.0 in terms of drop kicking him in the nuts.

Thanks for nothing. I had my work-face going till I read this, and LOLed/cackeled.

I just lit a candle for you.

Dang! I’m always looking for something to replace the Fringe.

couldn’t take any more.

I’ve been waiting for this to come out on Hulu.

My childhood is pockmarked with sexual abuse. It wasn’t until I was in my mid-twenties, and going to therapy (thank you LM, DB and LS) at minimum three days a week, did I realize that not all children went though and survived half of what I did. It’s left me with a very ying-yang sense of self-worth.

My father tricked my mother into marrying him so he could get papers.

Agreed. They’re no different than other biker gang.

There has to be someone, somewhere, who knows this person’s identity!?!?!?