FWIW I vowed to never see another one of his films after the molestation. I wish I had vowed this when he shacked up with his stepdaughter, since it would prevented me from seeing Midnight in Paris
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Since you're concerned with historical accuracy, you will want to remove one of those zeros. There are 4,000 documented lynchings of blacks by white people.
You have just won the internet.
Gasp. How can any man be that beautiful? And that cruel...
Yep and yep. I went through a hypersexual period right before menopause. A Brazilian friend told me they even have a term for this, which roughly translates into "time of the she-wolf." After menopause, a gradual tapering off of interest. Now, even if I try, can't get things going down there. It's like rubbing off…
Bully me, James Spader!!
Pic of James Spader, plz. Asking for a friend.
Dose earrings! I had a pair of lightening bolt earrings which coordinated perfectly with the leopard-print tank top and parachute jeans. Rick is a post-mullet dreamboat. Business in back and party in the the front!
Maybe it's all the raver kids in Instructables, but they have an insane amount of rainbow confections: http://www.instructables.com/tag/type-id/?s…
I don't think anyone in pinterest has ever come up with their own ideas. Instructables, a while ago: http://www.instructables.com/id/Unicorn-Poo…
Only thing I think is wrong with her outfit are the flip-flops. Ye gods, I wish these things would go back to beachwear, only. I work at a university and perpetual sound of THWIP THWOP THWIP THWOP through the otherwise quiet library is the about only reason I welcome cold weather.
I remember doing it 5x a day in my early 20s. Now, post-menopause, I have little interest. Also, I could use some lady Viagra, since the blood doesn't seem to get down there like it used to; without tumescence it feels a bit pointless. Like most things you dread about aging, it's not as bad as you think it's going…
I was 9 then, and those light neons were in, like pepto-bismol pink, flaming turquoise. I had my room done over in a bright orange creme paint. Peggy's daisy boutonniere is perfect—every damn thing was daisies after the Summer of Love, '67. Flower Power, don't you know.