Thanks. The friend that instigated it set my alarm for me before leaving, because at the time I was on graveyard shifts and used to sleeping until mid-afternoon. When my alarm woke me, I was still marginally drunk but had such a strong feeling of being late for something that I rushed across the street and started…
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My Guy Fieri story is as follows. I have worked off and on doing freelance make sales in ulta and Sephora for years. Not really my things, but its flexible and I was in school FT. I was walking from Ulta to starbucks for a coffee and I see a SUV go by and that douche bag is in the back. Hes stopped in front of me and…
This sings to my warrior spirit. I must face it in battle and know the taste of its hot fudge blood in my mouth.
Totally. Who wouldn't eat this? Same stuck up people who wouldn't eat a trifle with ground beef in it.
I mean, what's not to like? Cheesecake - GOOOOOD! Pretzels - GOOOOOD! Potato chips - GOOOOOOD!
They could have just called this "The Week Before My Period."
Is he holding skewers of tacquitos inbetween his fingers like some sort of bleach blond Wolverine from culinary hell?! I always think I can't hate him anymore than I already do, but every time I see his stupid face, the hateometer shoots up 10 points.
Best response would would be to collect DNA samples from every pair of underwear they get and put them in a database. Don't even have to really do it, just say they did and then keep saying database.
'Glory box' had me going in a totally different direction than you likely intended.
Mine was just humourous. I of course had my first period at my father's house (split time half and half), and it was literally night one of my week with him, and I remember having cramps and not knowing what was going on. It's 11pm (and I'm what - 11, 12?) so when I get up my dad can hear me around upstairs and is…
What an opportunity for Lohan's understudy.
Jesus Christ! Not knowing or remembering The Color Purple does not make one "culturally unaware." I am betting you don't know who Satan João is.
The people on this site, I swear to God, are the biggest bunch of self-congratulatory twits.
This is what I thought was hot in the 80s. Almost a draw.
Those are butterflies, not dragonflies, but it's still a fantastic look for your dog.
No, even in the '80s, this guy was still the creepy dude who smelled vaguely of ferret and listened to Rush.
How did you get a copy of my high school French textbook?
Exactly. No matter how tired I am, as soon as I get home I'll be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, so what's the point? Might as well drag my ass through the workday. It's not like they pay me extra for being wide awake.
When, my partner is out of town, I regularly drink a bottle of wine and sing loudly to 90s music videos into the middle of the night - well past my intended bedtime. That's totally normally, right?