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Yeah but did you ever like her tho? That’s different. Me, I never liked her or J.Law or Anne Hathaway.

Maybe she was being sarcastic, as in “ugh, say it again, in English this time?” I mean, the movie is obviously in English.

A couple of years ago? Does your teen even know what MTV is? (jk ;-) )

I like you. Come sit next to me.

Really? I think it’s overwrought and vocally way, way overdone. But hey, to each their own.

Khmer Yuge! Fantastic! All the stars! Todos estrellas!

Saw II was my favorite movie when I was eighteen - I don’t know why. The first time I saw it I was on ecstasy; not ideal viewing conditions, believe you me. I used to get really masochistic when I was depressed and abusing drugs so I’d seek even sicker shit out like Rotten and Ogrish online. In the thick of my teenage

Does he wear those tacky damn hats to specific events where the weather is a bit blustery and runs the risk of blowing his spun-gold saffron pompadour combover every which way?

Haha, right?

He doesn’t have the black vote.

...E-MAILS?!

I don’t like Chris Christie because he looks like the man who raped me when I was twenty years old, pregnant, and my (now) husband was in jail for something he didn’t do. This man (the rapist) was a habitual Rush Limbaugh listener, morbidly obese, a racist, and his breath smelled bad from ketosis thanks to his Atkins

Starred because 17-year-old stoned me used to love that song (I’m 28 and sober).

Dude looks more like Adam Sandler caught in a tanning booth wearing pajamas.

No. When she was a young woman (before her first enhancement) she had breasts that were quite small.

Are you kidding me? The ‘90s were GREAT for pagans! Silver Ravenwolf, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, the mainstreaming and commercialization of it all brought paganism and Wicca to the forefront of popular culture and made it palatable for middle America. Sure, you have stick-in-the-mud Christians and negative portrayals

I have some cheap bright orange drugstore foundation, cake bronzer, hair bleach, an ill-fitting blazer and a comically oversized red tie. I could go as Trump. I am a woman though, so I might have to just amble around grabbing my own crotch all night.

PHONE WAS ARMOIRE.

Phone was mom?

Lmao! Right? Come on, people. Use your damn thinking caps.