You and all the writers on that show, apparently. Every bad thing that happened happened to him.
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A couple of weeks ago I came here to talk about my cat who was dying of cancer. He died in my arms this morning at the vet. My heart is broken. Here is his picture, I hope. I’ve never tried to upload a picture. Anyway, his name was Fresca, he was almost 16, and I loved him so much.
I just re-watched Deep Space Nine on Netflick, and I just shocked myself by how much I hate Miles O’Brien. I just wanna take a shit in his mouth.
Why are you *not* grossed out by it? Of all the people in the world, why rub up on family? Leave your zip code and meet some new people, yo.
“Fame is the worst thing in the world. Especially if it’s pointless. When people say ‘I want to be famous’ – why? You don’t do anything.”
Poor John. He doesn’t seem like he’s the brightest man and he looks like he’s trapped into a crazy, scary cult and his wife is helping keep him there. Kelly seems way more committed to being in C0$ than John does. I always thought it was amazing that she was able to fake a pregnancy and no one said a word about it.
No.
A hotel room full of heroin.
Perhaps her point would be more salient if she wasn’t making it while on the cover of a national magazine. She also goes on to criticise other actresses. Her take on sexism is valid but it is clouded by some problematic stuff.
John Travolta is looking a lot like Jude Law’s character in A.I.
What’s in the baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax?
“Welcome to McDonalds, Bitch, where you can have it my way.”
I have been having the worst day and this is just a perfect delight and I can’t even be mad at anything any more.
Botox injections, collagen filler, extensions, gastric bypass, paper mache, PVC piping, cement, stilts, bionic arms and glitter.
“I tore up the shag carpeting thinking there were hard wood floors underneath, but it was just dirty linoleum.”
“think of a clown and work your way back”. I’m putting that above my makeup mirror.
Thanks for reminding me I need to pick up some foundation on my way home today...and maybe some mascara, eye liner, eye shadow, caulking gun, and paint as well.
this song is essentially the boy band version of what I say to myself Every. Single. Morning.