This makes me giggle because on a day to day basis, I wear less makeup than her, and I am a professional makeup artist.

I thought about the peanut allergy risk as well, except that is says no peanut butter, not peanut butter products or nut mix, etc. What really irks me is that this feels like a good intention restricted by ridiculous guidelines. The person who sent the note home is probably right, you shouldn’t send your kid to school…

If they have potatoes, the child will also need bread to go along with it.

This is the problem with taking advice from someone who is just grateful to get a second chance, rather than someone who had a steady trajectory in their career. She is just so grateful to be relevant again that she won’t question the system.
WORK HARDER! SHOOT FOR THE MOON! DON’T GIVE UP! DON’T BE A VICTIM!
All well…

I’m gonna chalk this up to poor choice of words, or a joke out of context.
I don’t think it was racially insensitive or even a praise of the paler twin.

meh.

Chances are she did her own makeup. Most of the sideline reporters do, unless they are in studio.

My Mother-in-law works in a Walmart Pharmacy and refused to fill Plan B before it was OTC, for religious reasons. So I am calling bullshit on Walmart’s explanation, because they allowed my MIL to do the very same thing.

So if she thought her late husband Slim was still alive, does this mean that she thought she was still married to him? Did she know Rayhons was her husband? Did she even know who he was?

A with any registry, so long as proper etiquette is followed, I say as for anything you want, be it a honeymoon, traditional housewares, one really nice piece of expensive art, or a downpayment on a house. I had friends set up a fund to pay for invitro. I basically asked for money, since my husband I are not fresh…

After listening to this podcast, I told my husband I would not be taking any trash out at night without protective headgear: http://thisiscriminal.com/episode-one-an…

I already had this, like my grandpa had:

that whole scene is hysterical:

His dick tasted like pussy.

There's no way I would have waited; my patience when I am hungry and tired is nill. It's worse when I am hung over.

Everyone looked sick or zombie like, as if high on meth or tina.

"Or drugs."

My friend Brett got married by Guy!

Misleading headline

I didn't invite my mother to my wedding, and it was a great decision. I didn't back down, despite pressure from family (she never herself contacted me directly).