Whoa what the hell, where'd you find that? I know this guy.
Whoa what the hell, where'd you find that? I know this guy.
Yesterday I saw a mugshot of a woman named Amber Bamber. The poor woman was doomed to a life of crime.
I had my first kiss in three years since I left my abusive ex-boyfriend. Anything I did with him, I don't count it as real.
The Touch of Satan: Softens your hands while you do the dishes.
Now you've just got to watch out for my other grandma; she's really crazy!
IT'S ON MY WATCH NOW AS WE SPEAK! WHY ARE WE SHOUTING? SHOULD I CALL MR. B NATURAL?
I JUST HADN'T SEEN IT YET! I KNOW!
WHO IS NOT A FAN OF THE TOUCH OF SATAN?!?! IT IS ONE OF THE ABSOLUTE BEST EPISODES.
It is absolutely one of the best. GO! RUN! DO NOTHING ELSE.
I've never seen this one, but any episode that starts with "That's not a name, that's a bad Scrabble hand" goes in my queue.
Yesssss! Every time we scroll through it on the Netflix Instant Play queue, we all say "Touch of Satan - just a touch!" My whole family is weird and I blame it on my husband.
It's the least she could do after destroying all those homes with that wrecking ball in the first place.
To add to the first day of school posts. Does anyone have any tips for dealing with first day jitters. I always have issues sleeping the night before school starts. Considering that I'm going into my last year of grad school you'd think I'd be over that but....nooooo....
i wanna read the goop post on this.
I'll be frank: I've been doing a lot of the behind the scenes complaining about this from my end because that's the only thing I can do. As some of you might know, I started out as a mod and worked my way up. I've seen a lot of shit, even with the old system in place (and not just from one site - I modded all the…
I don't care how you drink your Scotch. I don't even care if you call it scotch or whisky or whiskey. I don't care how you mix it, if it's an eye dropper of water, an ice cube, club soda, sprite, or battery acid. I don't care that you like to sip it or pound it back. I DO NOT CARE.
I signed up for Tinder today… It was packed with popped collars, beer-chugging, and shirtless selflies.
I think she's channeling Dennis Miller.