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At first I read it as “draw-er”, as in, artist. I got confused for a second.
A THUNDEROUS round of applause for “Drawer potato.”
On a completely unrelated note (because a related note would be too much sad for me today), I have decided to replace my traditional “happy holidays” greeting with a more specific, yet still inclusive “Happy end of the year, cold-timey, annual hoedown festival time.”
Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?
I will just leave this here. Along with affluenza sociopath, this story kills my heart. Our fifth rescue baby.
I think something inside my brain just broke.
DISAGREE.
Gimme a break, Nell Carter! I’m all alone here!
I don’t care what KK does one way or the other, but wouldn’t it be a brilliant PR move for her to get Kanye to donate 1 million dollars to mothers living below the poverty line who get no paid maternity leave as a “push present”?
... that Britney was in the middle of a very public and heartbreaking mental health breakdown the likes of which she still has not lived down?
“Please describe the accident.” “Trump Bump.”
Hot take: pop music lyrics are invariably terrible anyway, no one notices because no one curr
Ugh my mom always told me my freckles were where the Angels kissed me. Like, get out of here Angels you giant creeps.
So when I was 19 an older guy (maybe early 40s?) came up to me at work (on a boat...I was in the galley) and said, “Heyyy, where’d you get the angel kisses?”
Why is the white one touching them like that?