“Can I take myself off Peeple?”

It looks like he asked her for money.

My Rolls-Royce boycott is currently at 17 years and counting. I remain passionately opposed to their “No Free Cars” policy.

How do women do it? Because society keeps telling us we should be able to do everything. You set the bar up there, watch us fucking hit it.

Theory:

Harriet Tubman on the TWENTY, seriously having to share the fucking 10 dollar bill with someone is not acceptable.

Or just “birth.”

I don’t know how far along you are into motherhood, but get support.

HIV is so fragile outside the body, you wouldn’t even need to run the knife through a commercial dishwasher. A dose of bleach or even soap and water would kill it. Heck, air kills HIV.

That’s kind of how I feel about bitchy responses to my comments here.

First - you need a HUG. BIG HUG.

“What’s homo milk? Is this milk from GAY COWS?!” he demands, utterly* seriously, even angrily.

Perhaps I should mention at this point that this employee happened to be African-American. So after ordering hamburger buns, he thought that the woman knocking on his door holding a crate with 24 dozen hamburger buns, was...trying to break in.

NOT AN UNPOPULAR OPINION! I want her in the senate forever and ever.

HA. Yes. Prince George. I don’t know how you do it, and you have my utmost respect. My daughter’s kindergarten teacher tried so hard to make school work for us, but there's only so much a person can do. mu daughter got to visit with an EA for a brief time every couple of weeks. She was so lovely. We met her at…

“Teens across Twitter are very upset at Demi Lovato for stealing Zendaya’s thunder. I’m not quite certain how teen outrage works, but this is over a Barbie doll.”

You’re most welcome. :)

Sisters, the upcoming movie starring dream duo Tina Fey and Amy Poehler as sisters, of course, is only a couple of months away.

This summer I was driving down the quasi-rural road to my house when I felt a tickle on my face. Looking in the rear view mirror I found a leggy tan spider perched, oh so delicately, on my cheek and in my long bangs. I screamed, I swerved. I frantically batted at my own face and hair and chest. I put my car in the…