Ughhhhhhh they bonded over The Secret? I hate them so much. I’m not even normally that judgy but that book is THE WORST and it’s garbage hippie prosperity gospel for garbage thinkers.
Ughhhhhhh they bonded over The Secret? I hate them so much. I’m not even normally that judgy but that book is THE WORST and it’s garbage hippie prosperity gospel for garbage thinkers.
Theory:
How was this ever acceptable for opening credits? His tongue is out for some reason, and he looks confused!
This article says that he wanted marriage and she didn’t. I think it was the same with Drew. Then she married her new boyfriend.
I think that’s a kind notion, and I share it. She seems to be one of those “lost” people that lurch from one dogma to another, clinging desperately to whatever answer they can be spoon-fed that makes sense of life, the universe and everything. Now she’s being used and exploited by people who don’t give a flying fuck…
I guess? I’m just automatically doubtful because 1) he spent all of his time in Philly, D.C., and NYC, not Kentucky, and 2) that time was spent back-t0-back-to-back meeting with tons of people in highly publicized events. Again, totally possible he carved out an hour to have a bigot gremlin cry on him, I just don’t…
OMG was it this?
“Hold me closer toilet dancer”
My father has become one of these people. When he was diagnosed with a non-aggressive form of prostate cancer, thank the gods he was all over traditional medicine. Even if he supplemented it with vitamin C drips.
He blocked me on Twitter after I told him what a nice time I had at his bankruptcy sale at his old home. Sometimes I wonder if I took that too far.
You’re wayyyy too low. You need to add 1 for each person who worked at 38 Studios that got shit-canned.
We picked up guns and fought!*
It’s an irony that the people most likely to distrust big Pharma for being part of a multi-billion dollar industry are the ones most likely to trust sellers of herbal supplements, who are part of a multi-billion dollar industry with no controls on it.
You can’t even buy Fosters in Australia. I don't even know what it tastes like!
I’d love to go in there, but I’m guessing they only allow top men.
Man, now I’m just imagining going through one of those warehouses. “Look! It’s the Ark of the P-51 Mustang!”
*dives into refrigerator to survive nuke*