Those blue locs are hideous.
Those blue locs are hideous.
Emeraude FTW!
People like Ryan are already doing the #NotMyPope thing. (I have very pious in-laws who can talk all day about abortion but who are mute when it comes to the Church’s social-justice teachings.) They will never accept that Francis could be right about this because it contradicts the image of themselves as the Good…
“Twumpian” is fucking brilliant. “Twee” used to be one of my favorite words because it SOUNDS so much like what it means but Twumpian has now taken its place.
I would still rather talk about paleo than his fucking Crossfit routine.
OK, that’s funny, I don’t care who you are.
We just put our house on the market yesterday—we’ve lived here for 25 years and I am turning 60 in May.
As it turns out, you, CJS, don’t get to decide what other people find offensive.
Oh, honey, I think you need some fresh tinfoil for that hat.
Concern troll concerning and trolling.
Again, exactly wrong. You need the First for the Second, not the other way around.
Nonsense. You need the First to have the Second, not the other way around.
I am also not that interested in being ‘united’ with people who think it is the 2nd Amendment—and not the First—that is what sets this country apart. Given that conservatives in general credit themselves with a near-Talmudic attention to the Constitution’s ‘detail’—don’t they have enough faith to believe that our…
We should have let them go the first time.
This was the voice I heard when I read ‘sportcasting.’
OMG, so am I! I have a magnet on my fridge with a quote (supposedly) from Gloria Steinem: Someday, an army of grey-haired women will quietly take over the world.
Mr. Bug recently went to the phone store to ask for a phone that 1) had no apps, 2) had no way to access the internet and 3) had no camera. The poor salesperson just looked at him and said, no one makes those any more.
Thanks so much for introducing me to the Naturally Curly girls! I am now going to attempt to draw me some eyebrows!
Ah, a hypocrite calling out hypocrisy. Always fun. Ironic, but fun.
Is it terrible that this was my first thought? (Yes, it is.) But, if Mrs. Junebug Sr were here, instead of in that great Dressing Room in the sky, she would be whispering, “Underwear, honey. Proper foundation garments. Especially for Easter Mass.”