- John Green, stop it.
This needs so many more stars.
Philly, born and raised. Those poor damn fools need to realize that those umbrellas aren’t helping much. A little protection from sunburns, but at some point, you’re just baking underneath the damned thing. Then there’s the humidity from which there is no escape.
I just spat coffee all over my keyboard.
“...but not with me and not on my time and not in my life.”
She seems super into sports and staying fit, which is fine, but she seems like she would shit a brick if you made her grande vanilla latte with 2% instead of skim. Ooh, or better yet, she’d ask if you made it with skim and when you say, “yes, it’s nonfat”, she says that she specifically asked for skim and makes you…
It’s interesting because, initially, an artist had to sell the hell out of a song/album to even go Gold. Then, somewhere down the line, the bar was lowered and then everybody and their mom was going quintuple adamantium. Now, we’re back to lower record sales presumably due to digital downloads and streaming services.
I need to find a way to incorporate the word “chockablock” into a conversation today.
I thought that it was that “you ain’t a bitch or a ho’.”
Female what? Just say that you are a woman. It sounds weird to use female as an adjective without a subject.
So the general feeling from his kid’s mother is a big ole WELP WELP WELPITTY WELP WELP?
I...
And only when the number of accusers was well into the double digits.
I didn’t even focus on that. We don’t use “plantation slave”, you’re correct. One was either a house negro or out in the field, and that depended on skin tone & such. I just scrolled back up to read and, good grief, she is a mess. She called the BET Awards “THOSE awards”; that tells you everything about how she thinks…