Resting Angry Gun Discharge Face?

ITS A COOKBOOK!

He who talks the loudest and most nonsensically is the least ugly.

That is....hmmm. I feel kind of bad for you that you’re quoting something you don’t really know about from a very flawed study that didn’t differentiate between abortion and spontaneous miscarriage and had the huge flaw that it included women who had serious hospitalizations and complications from both scenarios.

The Bindle Brothers makes me think of two unrelated dudes who snort a lot of coke. I kinda like this better, though.

I’m pretty sure that’s never going to be a real problem, his head is so far up his own.

Just don’t do it in an elevator and you’re golden.

I feel like Sandra Lee already burned that niche to the ground.

I managed to talk a friend out of entering into a green card marriage with someone she worked with who was from the UK. He was so desperate to stay in the US but his visa wasn’t be renewed that he offered her 10k to marry him and then divorce when the coast was clear.

Ehn, unless it’s a legitimate rape, you don’t really get that much. ;)

“...which women just make for fun and profit anyway....”

She does tend to say the same thing. Over. And over. And over.

I had considered that, but the sentence reads more like Jones is the person who put the vodka in the bottle, doesn’t it?

This might be my pre-caffeine mistake, but who in the hell is Jones?

Oh, she is. It’s worth it to me (I have dark brown hair) to have no random greys and not a trace of red or brassiness. I’ve never found anyone who could accomplish that before. Trust me, it was kind of like finding a needle in a haystack. ;)

Well, there were more dancing rodents involved, but yes!

Ha, exactly!

It is absolutely her business to forgive her rapist or not. She can say it on tv or she can say it by literally shouting from the rooftops....it doesn’t mean that she speaks for anyone else except herself, even if she used her voice before to come forward before.

Ah, good! I think at a hair salon they do that double book thing where you go take a seat someplace else while your color “cooks” and then your stylists works on someone else’s hair until it’s your turn again. Sometimes, if it’s a busy day, I can spend three hours at the salon. It’s not fun.

What’s truly disturbing (Part 2) is that I really, honestly was pleasantly surprised the percentage made it out of the 60s. (Yes, both meanings of that.)