Don't get me started on how she didn't have to shop for that in a food desert, and she actually has the leisure to make something tasty, unlike the underemployed who have NO fucking time to cook due to multiple jobs...

Hand job, hands down.

1.) Fred Durst (I can play solitaire with my other hand and no one will ever find out, anyway!)

I slept with a DJ who remixes for RuPaul and I now I get free tickets to dance parties. It’s like, super Z-list.

I’m imagining this story looking something like this but with a lot more hair, eyeliner, and ripped denim.

Is it weird that I think neither the (young) Stones nor the (young) Beatles were handsome? I love their music but I don’t get why everyone was so into their looks back then.

I share the same disdain for cheaters - that said, pretty well known in LA at least, that Paula and Robin had an open relationship, or some type of non-monog agreement. They often invited people (mostly or exclusively women, I assume) to come home with them. On my sister’s birthday last year, they were in the VIP…

Jealousy seconded. I would have high-fived Rollins for that move.

During that same trip to NYC, they early on befriended a bartender who had dreams of performing on Broadway.

The fuck is your problem, are you a friend of Paula’s? It explicitly said in the story he told her Paula was aware. The words “sanctimonious asshole” were invented for you, you slutshaming nutjob. Get mad at him, if you must. She’s not the keeper of his marriage, he is.

“Feel the seed of Rollins”?

Some people have open relationships. It’s up to the person who has a significant other to be honest, not the outsider they’re hooking up with it.

A near miss. I went to the NY Film Festival a zillion years ago. This guy walks into the Soho Grand with a group of people, mostly women, but I can’t for the life of me figure out who he is. Eventually he sends his friend over, “Hey, you want to come over to our table?”

I wouldn’t mind feeling the seed of Rollins, just saying.

Its weird that your entire rant, with the exception for the first sentence, was about how terrible the girl was and not how terrible Robin Thicke was. I mean, hooking up with a married man isn’t exactly going to get you a gold star, but damn.

At least she didn’t have to put a lot of effort into the whole thing.

The words “handsome bloke” should have tipped you off that it was NOT Keith Richards. Even then he was not much to look at.

I actually give Henry Rollins points if true. It just seems to fit both his ego and sense of humor.

“Keep that p***y tight while I’m gone.”

Her reaction tells me that Huey is her father. He should have chased after her screaming: If this is it, please let me know if this ain’t love you’d better let me knoowww.