great now I want to watch Dark Angel
great now I want to watch Dark Angel
Sometimes Jezebel is just Gawker now.
“the jock couple of Rochester, NY” isn’t a thing. The city is way too divided in terms of academic standards, school funding, and sports league divisions to have a cohesive sports identity at the high school level. Especially if you attend a private school, like Wambach. We were all pretty proud of her once she made…
A scrap yard. Spike TV had the only decent daytime TV that the bunny ears picked up back then (mostly Star Trek reruns and Boy Humor game shows).
bless <3
I’m wearing hairy pants right now and by that I mean I haven’t shaved my legs in weeks or put on pants yet today
An old, worn down, used feather pillow.
An old, worn down, used feather pillow.
This explains the GIF expertise!
Do you work in advertising or do you work by a TV? I used to work in an office that had Spike TV on all day and became maladjusted.
This ad never made it to any of my internet TV platforms and I am dead now.
in all its glory
Why do they train us so well if we’re just supposed to sit on the sidelines?
Lol you must be new here if you think Jezebel won't criticize Hillary Clinton.
Owwwwwwwwwwwchhh
So much this. Yes.
“Punishing people by using traffic was exactly what was on Kelly’s mind at this time.”
I think that what makes this even more disgusting is that, as a librarian, he would have been deeply affected by the budget constraints and cuts that every library is facing in this century--even in the Ivy League. He probably didn’t want to dictate where he thought it should go beyond the 100k to the library, but…
*calls doctor* “yes hallo plz remove no-babby IUD contraption ASAP so I have no more troubles with romances and Darcys thx”
Having spent some time in England and now in academia I find the British accent a turn-off...especially Hugh Grant. Firth has got something else going for him, though. It extends beyond consumer grade Anglophilia. He’d still be attractive if he were from, like, Canada. And in plaid. And reading a book on his pine…