The worst part of this is how much it puts me off Cheetos. :( (They are my preferred Scooby snack. Especially the variety with four different kinds in the same bag.)
The worst part of this is how much it puts me off Cheetos. :( (They are my preferred Scooby snack. Especially the variety with four different kinds in the same bag.)
To me, it looks like a donut that has been dropped on the floor of a machine shop. Metal shavings! Yum! Or the stuff of my anxiety nightmares! I can’t decide which!
Aww, I have a blue who does this, too! Except he’s seventeen pounds, and he specifically does it to get belly rubs. He looks like a turtle rocking back and forth while craning his neck to see if I’m noticing that he is READY FOR TUMMY RUBS NAO NAO NAO!
Rule of thumb: If you wonder if someone has a fetish for something, the answer is always yes. Always. The sound of someone buttering toast? Yes. The taste of a dirty air conditioning filter? Sure. A human pretending to cough up a hairball? I’m sure there are copious videos of it on xhamster.
There’s a mall in Portland that was a two-level outdoor mall throughout both my mom’s childhood and my own (Mom’s family would travel 150 miles each year to go shopping for back-to-school clothes there, and by the time I was a kid, we lived about fifteen miles away, so we still went there for school clothes) (it’s…
Hell, I would buy a shovel to contribute to the cause. Because I’m pretty sure you would not want yours back after it came in contact with his “skin.” It might not even be something you *could* get back because I'm pretty sure it would get destroyed when he hisses acid at it.
How many olds are with me and my immediate reaction of “I loved that show!”? (And holy crap, I had completely forgotten that the movie starring Christopher Lloyd and Jeff Daniels even existed.)
I saw Dolly Parton trending on Instagram one day recently and panicked. It turned out that it was her birthday. *So* relieved.
I’ll go ahead and be shallow here: a *skincare* collection? From someone whose face looks like luggage my parents had in the ‘70s? I'll pass.
Chromosome check. It’s the only way they can be sure because they take pains to state “biological sex,” so this acknowledges that gender confirmation surgeries are a thing that they are deliberately ignoring.
Disagree as well. I am absolutely mesmerized by anything related to Scientology because it is one of the most singularly batshit (and evil) things I have ever heard of. And this has been the case for decades for me. I have the issue of Spy magazine somewhere at home where the writer starts the article by providing his…
I choose to believe that “approve” in this sense meant “acknowledge that he had indeed fucked up and accept that there *will* be fallout.” Kind of like “okay, you apologized. Now explain why what you did was beyond wrong. Once I believe you understand this, I will begin to consider forgiving you.”
This reminds me of Christopher Isherwood and Don Bachardy. That relationship seemed odd until I saw Chris & Don: A Love Story, and then it actually made sense. Still slightly creepy because I think Don was sixteen when they met, but they did stay together for decades. And then I later saw Christopher and His Kind,…
I feel really, *really* bad for Rachael Ray. She’s getting ripped one side and down the other, and she has done nothing wrong here. I really hope that she and her husband get a very elaborate all-expense-paid trip to Italy with extended stays in extremely luxurious villas as a thank-you present for ignoring all of the…
I’m fine with the color scheme (even though I think it clashes with her skin and gives me the impression of a green tinge), but, ugh. Wash the whole mess, deep-condition the ends, and use a fucking hairbrush. This looks like the Tuesday after sleeping through Monday post-weekend bender.
Symmetry is key. Piercings must be placed on both right and left sides of the body equally, so if you have your left eyebrow pierced, you *must* hav the right one pierced as well!
Right. I didn’t say she would form an army of widows. I said she would turn them into a *force that kicks all of the ass*. That doesn’t mean that they would be a physical force. Think Tyrion (again, someone underestimated due to his size), not Daario.
My logic was that she has a history of taking a bunch of discarded or disregarded people and turning them into a force that kicks all of the ass, so it seemed like this could be positioning her to do the same yet again. The problem is that she has yet to figure out what to do with them after she organizes them. She…
My response to Daenerys being banished to the house of mourning: oh, look, another army for her to raise.
The only thing I retained was BRAN FUCK YEAH!