Um, maybe you’re the thirsty one David Spade. Nobody gives any sort of fuck what you think about basically anything.
Um, maybe you’re the thirsty one David Spade. Nobody gives any sort of fuck what you think about basically anything.
At 3:30 a.m. on Friday morning, a Planned Parenthood clinic in Pullman, WA was set on fire. Investigators have…
That’s the best part of this Southern brand of Christianity—just ask for forgiveness and get baptized again and you’re absolved in the eyes of the Lord and self. It’s how they can be such terrible people and still feel Godly.
I grew up around/am related to people like her. Despite her purported love for Jesus and his love, she’s probably mean as a snake and sanctimonious and judgmental as hell, her refusal to give marriage licenses aside.
Honestly that bothers me less than the idea that the first amendment allows you to just decide what fucking laws to follow and how to do your *public service* job. No. No, it does not.
The court will refuse to hear her case. This is a road to nowhere.
I have no doubt she feels she’s forgiven. And if she divorces yet again, she’ll be forgiven yet again.
Christianity is apparently like Choose Your Own Adventure. She can pick out the stuff she likes (hating gays, long denim skirts) and ignore the stuff she doesn’t (divorce is bad).
I still don’t understand how someone who has been married four times can say with a straight face that it undermines her religious beliefs to allow gay people to marry.
“They always got 15-minute, one-on-one sessions with their mom every week. That was the time to share their feelings, but other than that they had to keep their feelings to themselves.”
Speaking of sandwiches, in wake of the recent Jared Fogle scandal, Subway has removed a strange video game that had…
Biased in favor of... facts?
Welcome to Grim Yelp Reviews, a new regular feature where we share people’s worst experiences at the worst places.…
Please make celebrity memoir reviews a regular feature on this site! (I nominate Vanna White's for the next installment) ((Yes, I read it when I was in high school)).
It takes years to master, and though it does have its rewards, the reward I seek is not a hot dog. Moose does tricks; I memorize lines, say words, even walk around and stuff. But I don't need a trainer standing off-camera, gesticulating wildly and waving around a piece of meat, to know where I'm supposed to look.
A few months ago, I was snooping through a friend's bookshelf when I discovered a copy of Kelsey Grammer's 1995…
Finally, my true calling in lif-... wait, what was I saying? I, umm...
Haha, what's your point?
As much as I don't want to respond to this attention seeking crap, it needs to be known that you go to a "pubic" high school.