All I want is to be able to pick up a bunch of black straight leg Sloan pants when they have 40% off sales every few months. Give me that and I am happy. Enough with these flouncy skirts that barely hit mid-thigh and drapey nonsensical sweaters.

Queen of the Flutz

I have ID channel on in the background and I’m pretty sure there were at least 3 versions of this story while I’ve been sitting here.

I suspect the comments on this piece won’t be pleasant, but I’m glad to have read this.

Can’t star this enough. I grew up in Nashville (later relocating to the Midwest) and was shocked to find out that folks didn’t know that Whitney’s version was a cover.

There are just so many good jokes to be made with swallowing disorders. I mean, every now and then when I type “consistent deep penetration” I think: “I wonder if this kid’s Dad will get a chuckle out of that one.”

Am I terrible? I plan on watching the Sam Gets Eaten scene again because the first watch just filled me with glee. I’m not a kid hater in real life, but that Sam kid was (!) the worst.

I know. I hate everything he stands for, still, every time I see him, I just wanna hold him and tell him everything will be ok.