Uh, what do you think "if you want inside her, you better make her raspberry swirl" means?

I will always associate that film with a scene from a Hannah Pittard novel, in which private school students are watching it in a movie theater, and all the adolescent boys in the balcony start masturbating and then fling their semen onto the heads of girls below.  And that is one reason why I will never watch this…

Dumb and Dumb3r?

I've been considering checking that film out again, after being too scared to watch it at age twelve, as it's a buck for Employee Picks at my video store, but I went for a film featuring Waters's acting instead yesterday.

This movie better feature more of Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick, and Tich's greatest hits.

Right after that story broke, the bookstore got in fifty copies of her issue of Nylon.  It made me really sad, but so did hearing that she and Peters are still together apparently.

He really should have played Gatsby.

That's how I feel about girls who are blushing over Robin Thicke's "What a pleasure it is to degrade a woman" comment, as opposed to wanting to throttle him.

I'm sorry if this isn't perv thread appropriate, but I bought a waterproof vibrator yesterday, and was totally weirded out that the clerk looked just like Nat Faxon.  He warned me not to take it deep sea diving.

Isn't her mother well-known in the art world?  That's what she asserted in her 60-page book proposal anyway.  And I can't imagine that a Times reporter would be covering a random high schooler's dinner party if her parents weren't notable.

@Scrawler2:disqus Maybe you wanna ease off the codeine during the work day?

I miss late 70s/early 80s Lithgow in De Palma films.  Raising Cain was a steaming pile of horseshit next to Blow Out.

Hey, all you fucks, it's a prairie man's world.  It's wide open.

That sounds cute.  I have this American Apparel turtleneck dress that fits the description.  An excellent purchase my nineteen-year-old self made, though I really hate AA now.

I think on some level, like, fuck it, wear what you feel awesome in.  But I'm hypercritical of myself in terms of clothing, and the clothing I look bad in I hate on some level, perhaps.  Anyway, not to sound all cheesy, but if you feel good, that attitude definitely comes through, regardless of what you're wearing.

This reminds me of that sexploitation film Tyler Shields was directing, in which Abigail Breslin was cast as a sexpot.  It just makes me feel uncomfortable.

Yeah, I love her style.  I bought a canvas bag she had last season too.

It was forty bucks, so I had to get it, naturally.  I only buy clearance stuff from Anthropologie.

Holy shit, those shoes are beautiful.

I unabashedly love that outfit.