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Beyonce articles.

Oh my GOD here in my part of Texas there was some poor woman who worked a gas station and I guess she was just so ridiculously hot that literally every week 2-3 guys would post Missed Connections ads about her. Meanwhile, she's happily married with a kid, right? But she's CONSTANTLY bombarded with these emails from

Cats would never do this to anyone— they just don't have the attention span. This is why I will marry my cat and live happily ever after.

I totally sympathise with the hell that traveling with children must be for parents. However, you have to also take into account that it is even more hellish for the child-free passengers. At least you love your kid, which makes their cries a little easier to bear. I don't know your kid, and that makes me hate his/her

WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW HE IS NOT A PERFECT PERSON THERE ARE SOME THINGS I BET HE WISH HE DIDNT DO

OMG, me too. I had/have? the behind the scenes VHS so I used to pause and learn everything step by step. I bet I still have it. Sadly, no VHS player.

The way Nick did that grinding thing when he sang that line...*SWOON* Yes I was/am/forever will be obsessed. Not a fuck to be given.

Can't believe I'm admitting this but Backstreet's Back plays on a loop in my head. AM I SEXUAL????

pineapple head v this. no fucking chance *n sync can compete, all things considered. Singing/dancing/music is only like 33 percent of the game. We all know the real fire behind any boy band is sexciness.

bsb

I guess...if you don't have the courage to love yourself/own your power.

Keeping that bar low, CT and NC.

When I was in high school I broke up with a boy because he showed up to school one day wearing white jeans and a white t-shirt.

Multipass.

It doesn't matter, all of you are gross. YOU ARE GROSS.

The poor family and that poor girl.

Occasionally my hatred of the Braves bleeds into other sports.

I don't know if it will stay the top comment on the Esquire site, but it's there now and gives me a tiny glimmer of hope:

BRB, I have to leave my husband.

Can't say I blame her. Look how that turned out for Mary.