There's a hair salon by my place where the sign has a big picture of Christopher Walken and says "Walkens Welcome."
There's a hair salon by my place where the sign has a big picture of Christopher Walken and says "Walkens Welcome."
A female-friendly garage near Paris offers manicures and massages to customers waiting for their mechanic services.
he usually reminds me of this confused kitten
Barbasol?!? Sheeyit, you fancy. I've always used a bar of Dove soap. I feel like I can't even see through shaving cream on my leg to get close to the hair. Conditioner works in a pinch, too.
YES! With awesome Dad!....I love her so hard!
Last Friday, I sat down on my couch at 9:52 am, and binge-watched the second season of Netflix's Orange is the New…
HIPAA violations are MAJOR. There are medical privacy laws for REASONS. That idiot Rawls is fucked.
Many Bothans died to bring us these action figures.
I started on the bathtub faucet and as an adult I rock the Magic Wand. So, yes, steel clit.
Texas = "septicemia" Of all the crazy shit that we get into here and THAT'S what can kill you? Fuck it, then I am going "Bigfoot hunting" with my neighbors next weekend.
Oh, PLEASE. Like we can't do BOTH. IT'S CALLED STAR TREK: VOYAGER and also the FUTURE. SPACE FEMINISM, LADIES, FEMINISM IN SPACE. WOMEN GET TO WEAR SHINY SILVER JUMPSUITS ALL DAY WHILE DRIVING SPACESHIPS AND AIN'T NOTHING ANY MAN OR MALE ALIEN CAN DO ABOUT IT. GET WITH IT, LANA.
My sister went with the classic, "Sunrise, Sunset," because my dad honestly loves Fiddler on the Roof and he always changed the lyrics to, "fried rice, pancit," as a joke. I'm 95% my dad actually sang that when they were dancing, too. I plan on my dance with him being "Wooden Heart" because my dad used to sing it to…
It's a textbook case of affluenza.
N.K. Jemisin was a guest of honor last week at the feminist science fiction convention Wiscon, and delivered a…
Your coworker Madeleine seems elegant, beautiful and cool.
Perfect! And instead of dancing, they could sit in chairs facing each other in the middle of the dancefloor, with daughter glaring unblinkingly, and daddy comically pulling at his shirtcollar.
I stand behind "I am your child" by Barry Manilow. Because it's just the right sentiment, and Barry Manilow is, no matter what anyone says, AWESOME.
Jesus H, this even touched my shriveled, cynical heart.
Oh man! I was hoping you'd end your final sentence with, "but you don't have to take MY word for it!" (dun dun dun!)
SIC THE CRYSTALLINE ENTITY ON 'EM, GEORDI!