I bet his desperation smells like Budweiser.

I am kind of surprised he didn't issue the angry caveat "but no fake tits!" because he prizes authenticity.

5 ft. 2 here with a G cup... and I wouldn’t give that SOB a second look.

I was having drinks with a girlfriend and flirting with the bartender at this place her and her husband go to all the time. She said she thought he was cute and “[husband] talked to him a while last time we were in so we know he has a job AND he’s capable of having an intelligible conversation.” And then we laughed at…

He wants a hot girl without making any effort at making himself a hot dude.

His entitlement is off the charts. Which is to say, completely not unexpected at all.

The one petite chick with big tits that I know (she’s about 5 feet tall and she’s thin and a C/D cup) wouldn’t knowingly be in the same room with him if you paid her for it.

“I want a woman that perfectly fits the standard of beauty in this country, even though I am hideous.”

A pool party without the Black Eyed Peas sounds a trillion gajillion times more fun than a pool party with the Black Eyed Peas. I never go to parties unless I can get assurance, in writing, from at least three people, that none of the Black Eyed Peas will be there.

That is part of the materials thrown out by the Council of Nicaea, so we’ll probably never know. But I think we all know it is, yes.

“Le Tigre. It’s a lot softer. It’s more of a catalog look.”

I am all in for that! And a Choupette hologram!

Walking a big, slobbery dog

An old school fatter Karl hologram.

I’d sign that.

Petition for a Karl Lagerfeld hologram to appear in the film just to piss him off.

Fingering Jesus doesn’t usually end well...his Dad is a real prude.

:)

Aramaic

God I love when they’re all directly confronted with what inclusion means. If you’re gonna let one religion in, you have to let them all!