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I was on vacation last week and the hotel where we were staying had a basket of tampons and pads set out in their lobby’s women’s bathroom. I remarked to my husband how thoughtful this gesture was and he just kind of blinked at me.

WINNER. For serious!! Right down to the attitude!

Deregulate EVERYTHING! FDA is first. EPA, next. Then, Department of Education.

My husband does that! It grosses me out!

The priest counseling my sister and her fiancé before their marriage held their weekly sessions in a bar, where they would proceed to drink themselves into oblivion, ending one session by barfing in the bar’s mens’ room.

Sadly, this bitch is going to be booked on every goddamn topical talk show next week. This gives me yet another reason to avoid watching The View.

That was my first thought after seeing this!

That will be spectacular! CAN’T WAIT.

Affable = good in the sack.

That fucking made my day.

Bravo!

Why isn’t Kourtney intervening? That girl has great pregnancy style. Where are the fabulous caftans??

I am actually VERY passionate about breakfast cereal.

Lucy, I’m very happy for you dear, but please tell me, are your awesome lashes Latisse or extensions?? Cause I want em.

Gummi de Milo!

A makeup artist once use Blistex on my brows to groom them, along with a matte eyeshadow and it worked perfectly. I have been using it ever since without a problem and I have super-reactive sensitive skin. I just swipe a little on my finger, smooth it on my brow and brush with a eyebrow brush. It’s not gummy, stiff or

Can you try posting it in the comments section? Maybe that’s verboten, but I’d like to read it.

Bummer that Pam is wearing her hair long again. I also have a bit of a hair curtain I hide behind, but I thought she looked smoking hot with that pixie cut.

Needs more Rush.

You have got to be fucking kidding me. I mean, my husband has a solar panel back there, and my brothers are completely bald. Who really gives that much of a shit that you have to make up some hilariously awful lie? It’s like me telling my mom that the hicky on my neck was from a wayward curling iron.