Happy ending to scary story.
Side note: I'm as gay as they get. But would do the jogger. Totally.
Happy ending to scary story.
Side note: I'm as gay as they get. But would do the jogger. Totally.
My partner and I are such peas-in-a-pod it's crazy. We each refer to the other one as "The Other One". Literally.
And so do our mutual friends. e.g.: If someone sees one of us out and about by ourselves they will ask "where is the other one?"
Don't say Rosebud. <Fingers in ears.> Don't say Rosebud. <Fingers in ears.> Don't say Rosebud. <Fingers in ears.> Don't say Rosebud. <Fingers in ears.> Don't say Rosebud. <Fingers in ears.>
One of the best shows ever (says this card-carrying, theater- loving, former-actor-being homosexual). This news is some CRAP.
And "reimagining"? FUCK reimagining. Leave quality art the fuck alone.
So much this. One example off the top of my head: 15+ years ago, bribes to traffic cops in Mexico City were through the roof! For a 2 year period, the police force replaced every last male cop on the traffic beat with a female officer.
Actual bribes almost immediately dipped to zero. Attempted bribes went down 95%.
You gotta be a special kind of stupid to think Prince Fucking Harry is going to be looking for a girlfriend on Reality Fucking Television.
First: I'm sure. Second: Like the Queen would go for that in a million years.
Get it together, ladies. Holy Christmas.
#BornWithIt
PS: I need new episodes of OITNB to air 365 days/year. Mkay thanks.
Great smile + great skin = yes, please. All the rest = BONUS!
It's too much.
This because dogs
Cats only sweet. Only lick-lick.
No drag children away. Only nice.
No police and no kill kitty. Only love.
Uh-oh. Now you've gone and done it.
Not for nothing, but: Both my suburban apartment and my family home/workplace (one in the same) in San Francisco are decorated MUCH more simply and beautifully.
I love Miss Parton more than life itself. But these pictures are so disappointing and they make me sad deep in my heart.
My 17-year-old brother was growing pot plants in his closet. Told my mom they were tomatoes. She believed him. One day her best friend (A POLICE OFFICER) came by for coffee (we boys weren't home). Mom proudly told her friend (THE POLICE OFFICER) that my brother was growing tomatoes and would she like to see them? …
My god I love this.
Miss Baddie is my new best friend.
They were rightfully apologetic. Bride graciously accepted apology . Now crashers need to send a wedding gift and all will be right with the world
Or gay...
atta girl.