Trade secret: add shitload of sugar to watered-down yogurt.

The fat actress?

Oh, I don’t watch sports. I just read the box scores from a newspaper, preferably one that I find at Starbucks.

Did he forget that the sound squiggles face up, not down, when he’s pretending to read?

And ranch for your beau.

Can we get a wing count for each participant? I’m a sports stats geek.

Call me a cynic, but I’m not buying it.

To be honest, what’s there to be proud of? It’s Mississippi.

We are reading her journal, so I understand the author was working within the limits of his chosen technique, but at a certain point in the book I think those limits were reached and it just was a frustrating exercise to get through it.

The book was unsatisfying to me because it actually never ventured into the horror part of the psychological horror. The main character was pretty much in denial throughout the book.

Watch Black Panther twice. Problem solved.

Their IMDB pages confirm they are teens, so these allegations seem to spurious.

The alcohol pickles you from the inside-out, so your cancerous tumors remain in stasis. Additionally, alcohol also thins your blood so it can pass in your tissue thin blood vessels without rupturing them or causing blood clots.

Turns out their followers are as fake as the penis-growing pills they take daily.

Some people need to learn to read. I never said he didn’t touch her, just that he was more careful about how he touched her.

Someone should make his GIANT LEFT HAND green.

They should call it Green Lantern Gin because there is altogether too much CGI in that advertisement there.

I think someone just discovered the first season of GOT.

I think we’re seeing her cultural body language and misreading the intention. She’s the one doing all the touching, and to us Americans it reads as DTF, but I think she’s just showing affection without any sexual innuendo. His body english on the other hand, is pretty reserved and more circumspect because we don’t…

It’s almost like that’s the point.