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I don’t have one specific frivolous item I would buy (except this newly discovered RAVE SHOWER), but I do spend a possibly-unhealthy amount of time decorating the fancy interior of my non-existant fancy house. I consider which Farrow & Ball paints I will use and which custom furniture I will buy. I daydream about…

She does have pretty hair...

GET OUT.

I BIND YOU, SONY, FROM DOING HARM. HARM AGAINST OUR TEENAGE SELVES AND HARM AGAINST YOURSELF.

Many are, but some are also sought by women who took months to get the money together or who didn’t know they were pregnant. If Republicans really wanted to prevent late term abortions, one thing they could do is make it easier and cheaper to access early term ones.

even some of our male students, who had some serious concerns

Ikr? I wasn’t prepared for all the paperwork and community service that comes with being out. Do you think we want to be fabulous? It’s mandated!

NOT WHEN I’M TRYING TO GET TO THE FUCKING LIQUOR STORE BEFORE NOON ON SUNDAY.

i’d like to read more of this fan-fiction please

"I'm trying to get you dumb bastards into space before you all destroy yourselves and the planet. Make babies on your own time. Aw Christ, hand me that lazer this James Bond f*cker is at the front door again."

He’s only ten years Madonna’s junior, so... wayyyyyy too old for her.

You sound like my sister. I don’t categorize her as a picky jerk, she’s just charmingly weird and she’s got a good sense of humor about it.

That’s me every year when my husband’s family all enjoy their traditional seafood stew for Christmas brunch that his grandpa makes.

At 4:44 a.m., yet. The hell, dude? Get some sleep or eat some cereal or something.

That’s an “and that’s why you always leave a note!” style lesson!

My mom got mom drunk off wine at Thanksgiving and said to my cousin about her sister, “Isn’t your mother such a bitch?” Too bad my cousin couldn’t answer honestly with my aunt sitting at the table.

My mom worked in the music business during its hey day (80s and 90s) and has some kick ass stories. Some of my fave stories include: when Bob Dylan stepped in dog poop at our house after being rude to the always kind Steve Perry, when my mom brought a bottle of whiskey to Slash’s laundromat to bribe him to go with her…

My mom is a transplanted Midwestern lady living in a small island town in south Texas. There are a lot of great stories I could tell about her (she was briefly Mormon because the only church within walking distance of her family’s farm was a Mormon temple and then she got a scholarship to BYU and, as she likes to tell…

I was trying to think of a best, but I couldn’t, so I’m just going with badass-est.