I tried to order it once, but I started dry heaving before I could get the full name out and decided to just go with a lager.

Oh for fuck's sake, fashion mags, fuck off with this crap. Seriously.

When she started to tear up about Gremlin getting sick, I totally lost it. Ugh, tears and running eyeliner now.

I clicked because I thought of yellow fever a la 1700's first.

...what? I don't remember that at all from my time over there. I saw that they had regular pizza. Kind of like a silician slice you could buy by the weight (it was weird).

Wait, what's wrong with pencil skirts?

The only European I recognize is Elkann. Also, I now want a velvet jacket.

I'm sorry, I didn't read a thing in this article. I just sat here and stared into that little adorable melon-face.

Honestly, I was not sure how to respond. Thoughts?

Blergh, yuck. The worst thing I ever had was that I had a perfectly round cervix.

I do plenty of swirling! I swirl the ice cubes in my gin and tonic almost nightly!

Same here, apparently there is finally an eating trend that I am ahead of.

I kept mouthing out "bitcj" trying to figure out how to pronounce it.

A: Broccili is so dang good roasted, so I would be in line for that extreme brocking.

What? No way, getting a Chick tract is so much better. I mean, come on, witches who use their spells to get D&D manuals.

Hillary's running mate could be a can of tuna fish and I would still vote for her. She's amazing and badass aaaand I might be fangirling a bit....

I STILL SHOUT THIS AT MY HUSBAND!