I have rage fits about those fucking beige vinyl pool shoes that she must have bought in a lot of 100 pairs
I have rage fits about those fucking beige vinyl pool shoes that she must have bought in a lot of 100 pairs
FUCK ... she got read
But if you don’t want to be friends, that’s fine. He’ll just engage with you in a manner that’s less diplomacy and more WWE feud.
Lets all be friends everyone. It doesn’t matter if you’re a mass murderer, a white supremacist, a human rights abuser, or a strongman with a nuclear arsenal. This president wants to meet you and thinks he can get along with you....
Holy shit, nailed it!
Two time reigning queen of the Met Gala, everyone else should just pack it up & go home.
RIHANNA IS THIS BITCH. THAT BITCH. EVERY BITCH.
Bonus, at the end of the evening she can peel off the star stickers and wear it to bed.
I’m so tired of Anna Wintour. She thinks she’s queen of England with this Vogue gig. She’s now boring as an editor and the magazine needs new blood and a new direction. American Vogue is a snooze fest and yet she persists. She must be blackmailing her bosses or something.
He certainly had a MAGA hat displayed visibly in his locker. FWIW he didn’t attend at least one of the ceremonies hosted by Obama either.
She has plenty of her own wacky pseudo-science opinions (including claiming that sunscreen is more cancerous than the fucking sun) so she would probably have voted for Jill Stein if she could. Peas in a vapid pod those two.
Regarding Giselle... How the fuck do you stay married to someone who supports Trump? I almost broke up my with my boyfriend when we were having a “devil’s advocate” argument about him. Like, where is the respect? I can’t even fucking imagine. (I know, they are rich and beautiful, and have kids... Ugh) Don’t get it.
Let’s be real, Anna only wore that boring-ass frock because it lets her wear her terrible Manolo mules, which her baby toes are always trying to escape.
So tired of all the white and beige and pale and sheer. I would not want to stroll around in a human manifestation of my mother’s home decor all night.