I have. I was a subscriber. I wish there was a picture online, but since there isn’t, that article is my go-to for proof. I used to just comment, “Hey, I read one time...” and people asked for citation.
I have. I was a subscriber. I wish there was a picture online, but since there isn’t, that article is my go-to for proof. I used to just comment, “Hey, I read one time...” and people asked for citation.
Fascinating! I always wondered why my cats aren’t interested in other cats on TV.
...I’m intrigued by that statement, and I’d love for you to elaborate, if you please.
My son’s been correcting people in that since he was three, which I find quite charming. Dumb adults probably don’t, but too bad.
I cried, then texted my pregnant, Jezebel-reading, Mark-loving BFF to warn her that she was going to cry.
Please don’t. http://gawker.com/034511/stamos-…
I can’t share this enough: http://gawker.com/034511/stamos-…
Dude, no. http://gawker.com/034511/stamos-…
I didn’t even know you could freeze produce.
One time I cat sat for a friend. The cat’s claws were out of control, so I looked for nail clippers and found a dildo. That was a weird left turn.
I think we can all agree, though, that George is a chimp and Margaret and H.A. Rey should have done their fucking research.
I think we all came here to be that person. I figured out why people confuse the two when my son was a toddler. It’s all Curious George’s fault. No tail, but they constantly refer to him as a monkey.
I’m the opposite. I find “miss” condescending, like a step up from “young lady.” When I first started getting ma’amed, I was psyched. It meant they considered me a real adult.
Worst part of Pushing Daisies. ONLY BAD PART of Pushing Daisies.
Ooh, ooh, can I come? @realjennrose
Ughhhh, RH incompatibility. I had to get that shot. Not fun. And he ended up being the same type as me, anyway.
I’ve no idea why, but yeah. Anyone without a real avatar gets assigned a fake face in my head. Which is tough because sometimes I find out 3 months later that I guessed the wrong gender...
Now I reeeeeeally wanna know what, exactly, she didn’t know.
I’m super lucky to have a sister 11 years older than me, who literally called me the day she started menopause and told me to mark my calendar. She’s rad.