So when white, cultist polygamists and their multitude of sister-wives and cousin-kids in magic undies take up residence in another country and are murdered, the United States offers to wage war on their behalf?

Oh, god it’s a roller-coaster of emotion.

>GoFundMe page

no. There isn’t a GoFundMe. Just no. 

WHY ARE THOSE EYEBROWS EATING HER FACE? 

This Beetlejuice reboot looks like shit!

This. She’s practically going around saying, “Excuse me... EXCUSE ME... EXCUSE ME! Why won’t you leave me alone? Hell, I asked you a question. Don’t run away, I want to know why you won’t leave me alone???!!!??? Come back here!...”

I’ve been in snowstorms less white than this woman.

Does it seem weird that she has the same color in different intensities on her face, lips, eyes, and hair? She looks like she was dipped in a cheap hair dye and it just stuck to the wet spots.

I’ve been vilified on a global scale as somebody akin to a genocidal villain and I’ll never be able to get a job again.

But even though Braasch hasn’t seen the video, she contends that she feels like it would exonerate her, adding that the “supervising officer who came late to the scene...was very hostile to me...He began berating me and I found his behavior to be very hostile...I was the harasser instead of the person being harassed.”

He began berating me and I found his behavior to be very hostile...I was the harasser instead of the person being harassed.

I survived the camp fire last year and it was frankly the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced. But the hours and days after getting off the Skyway were surreal. The outpouring of love and help from all corners of the globe was inspiring.

I was honestly surprised that “porn” remained in the title because I thought that would be the issue.

None of the recent fires in SoCal were “forest fires,” Fat Donnie. get your shit together.

“And then when I put on the dress my father thought I was my dead mother and he got so distracted that he forgot to lock the tiger cage and my brother got mauled to death. Still the best dress I ever found at a thrift store!”

I was at a Halloween party one year, and one of the hosts brought out a Ouija board—I think as a joke.

“So this guy sees my petite frame and stunning fit and confesses to a murder. What a haul! And on top of that I got a free sandwich. Welp back to etsy’n hum de dum de dum de dum.”

The thrift store story is so obviously fiction. So obviously self glorifying fanfic (egofic?). There were better, more believable stories.

Same on my phone. Try flipping it horizontally so your screen is wider; it worked for me.