The company recently fired longtime creative directors Marsha Brady...
I would watch the shit out of that show.
They're called "Bears," Bryan.
"who believes — literally — that America is controlled by a vast, shadowy cabal of glittery and terrifying homosexuals. "
As soon as I was able to understand the concept of pregnancy? My parents never thought it was slightest bit odd that they didn’t think “ make-a-bebe!”* each time they had sex, so,I always knew I was absolutely unplanned. The story I’ve heard since I was around three: They assumed and accepted that, after not trying to…
My son was a...surprise. And I considered all my options, including a very well off family who would have joyfully took this broke woman’s baby and raised it in the high life. I decided to pick myself up and grew up. I have always shared the story with my son, about how I didn’t try to get pregnant but he was a gift…
Pissing contest: the way you found put you were unplanned!
My son was a surprise; not a huge one, but a surprise. My reaction was... Complicated. My husband’s sort of perfectly captured the tone.
Because if I have to acknowledge the likelihood that my parents had sex, it’s at least better to assume it was dutiful and joyless and only happened the once.
the fact that I will never be prank called by Michael Jackson is now the greatest disappointment of my entire life.
My favorite Michael Jackson story happens right after 9/11. Apparently MJ was supposed to play MSG (?) on 9/11. So his show is cancelled. He has to flee NYC. So Elizabeth Taylor, Marlon Brando and MJ are in a rented car leaving NYC. I can't even imagine who drove.
Can we take a minute to acknowledge the phrase 'procurable women' as a euphemism? Legitimately a new one to me!
I did that back in the day too!
this story probably wouldn't be as hysterical if I couldn't completely visualize these two polar opposite individuals locked in this bizarre hilariously antagonistic relationship. I wonder if russel Crowe was sad when Michael died. Like he suddenly lost a wierd part of himself.
We used to call people and just flush the toilet. We thought we were hysterical. Call ID ruined everything.
"should we see if Russell Crowe can sing before casting him in this musical?"
Like I always say, who better to break the news about gonorrhea than Vincent Price.
Is there anything as grating as someone resentful for choices they made and hold over your head?