You're welcome to spread the tale of our love far and wide. You can even join us on a double date! How'd you like to meet our friend, Rider Strong Next To A Big Ass Wolf? I'd be happy to introduce you to our good buddy- Rider Strong Next To A Big Ass Wolf. He is single and ready to mingle, this guy that I am…
For those of you wondering, my husband, Jonathan Taylor Thomas With A Baby Deer and I are doing wonderfully. We've recently welcomed two children, Snap Bracelet and Sticker Earrings and we are just over the moon, me and my husband Jonathan Taylor Thomas With A Baby Deer. Life couldn't be better with him, my real life…
Believe me, I thought my ex was the nicest guy in the world. And so did every one else. When it turned out he'd been living a double life for YEARS it was a shock to the system like no other. People to this day have a hard tim reconciling what he did with who they thought he was. He was the proverbial 'nice guy'…
I love my boyfriend, too, but I also wonder if he has some deep, dark secrets that I don't know about. You hear about these women who were married to serial killers and pedophiles for years and had no idea. Sociopaths know how to lie, know how to gain your trust, and know how to cover their tracks. You just never…
Sure, she's a hero but I run one little motel with my mother's old corpse and I'm the weirdo.
They hired Audrey Hepburn for My Fair Lady, and ended up dubbing her. It will be better than that I'm sure. I've never seen Les Mis.
"Marsha and I always planned to have five children..."
That was exactly my reaction when this article started popping up in my FB feed. Sure, now she's super sympathetic to moms... because she is one. She just sounds like a horrible manager (and not terribly nice person all around) who's only changed her attitude toward one group of people she treated like shit because…
Well, I mean, now that it's happened to her she can empathize. Just like Republicans who have gay children and are suddenly all aboard the equal marriage train. Heartless until it's a problem they're personally facing. And that's what this woman was. Heartless. Excuse me if I don't applaud her sudden change of heart.
Now is as good a time as any to remind the world that this place exists, where you can buy pieces from actual Native American/First Nation artisans, and all of the stuff there is better than this rug-from-a-head-shop-as-high-fashion-poncho-bullshit.
Did she really get ahead, though? Or did she get bullied into hiding for years?
Damn it, now I'm reading my own comment in a Dalek voice.
My takeaway is that next time I'm having my period I will say "I am in the wardrobe of my Royal Daintiness." So much more quaint than saying it's Shark Week.
This one is actually my dad's story. So, my dad likes to drink Manhattans occasionally. My dad also sometimes likes to have a Perfect Manhattan, a standard variation on a Manhattan with equal parts dry and sweet vermouth rather than just sweet. It's not an unusual request.
I hope that poor boy was okay after his parents insisted on him eating that food even though it had gluten in it.
This reminds me of the time I saw Lord of the Rings and then I started summoning giant walls of water to expel ring wraiths from Rivendell.
As a Californian, I only eat free range linguinis grown in our offshore Linguini farms.
Not even serving it with some Pinot Giorgio can save it.
*sips skinny whole-milk nonalcoholic Irish macchiato* from their monogrammed thermos
