I may or may not be high-fiving the screen while wearing my Lady Diana replica ring.

To be fair, he IS a Dad, so his dancing is on point.

All the Brits who get pissed off at the Royal Family confuse me. Sure, the Monarchy is stupid, but all they are now are figureheads and tourist attractions. Guess what? A lot of people come to England not because of the well-known cuisine, but because they want to visit where the royalty lives. My Mom will buy…

hey man, I pulled the gun on mom jeans, and they are amaze

Young me: Jordan for sure.

For Xmas, my husband surprised me with tickets to this tour. I was super surprised and excited, despite having to wait till May. I was even more thrilled when I discovered that the concert included both Paula Abdul and Boys II Men. I had seen NKOTB back in 88, when they were the opening act for Tiffany, but never saw…

By process of elimination, I’d go with Joey. Jordan was my first middle school love. I had his posters, the t-shirt, the watch. I would stare longingly at those brown eyes and wish he would save me from my school and my parents. Then he was on Surreal Life, and I found out he’s a total douche. The love died. Donnie is…

I would always with Joey McIntyre like a screen door in a hurricane. My unending first celebrity crush.

I definitely think that NKOTB is capable of putting out a new great pop song. This isn’t it.

Oh good. Clearly (as shown by my 3 paragraphs) I’m triggered by the thought of my brushed out curly hair awkward phase...

yep...the problem was definitely on the outside, mama june.

You can be pretty and still be disgusting on the inside.

My favorite Kate McKinnon bit from last night:

I love the woman right behind Mel Gibson - you can see the dawning shock and confusion on everyone else, but she’s back there literally checking her nails.

I wish I was RuPaul.

Well Miss Smarty-Pants maybe you can tell us how she was supposed to get rid of the fly she swallowed?

This ought to be his Waterloo.

I started one of my babies on the piano at three months old as well.

At first, and then I decided to stand (I have a standing-desk) with my legs wide apart and let Mr. Gravity do whatever he wants to my fucking labia. Excelsior!!