This looks to me like a day spent pulling my skivvies out of my bum crack.
julienne
julienne
What if I want it more than him?
Says you. Imma gettin’ my ox if it’s the last thing I do.
Maybe it’s just me... but Frances McDormand looks strangely like Gary Busey here. I’ll just add “fuck with Frances McDormand” on the List Of Shit I Won’t Do, then.
I had a job that required to live away from home with work crew for weeks at times. We usually just rented a house and stay together under the same roof and that meant we spend evenings together. After dinner we had some time before sleep and some settled down with their beers, colas and other drinks but I prefer…
Or, because there are a lot of missing details in the complaint, maybe the diner has a party of 8, the waiter added the usual automatic 18% gratuity, the diner rounded it up to 20 for dramatic effect, and the waiter said the policy is legal
I identify very much with the “milestone” thing. My grandparents and their generation spent so much time and energy trying to bridge rifts and keep people together. My parents married on a Thursday because my grandfather insisted my uncle had to be there and he was a dick about it. Any contact with this uncle was…
Whole makeup game on fleek. Throwing lightning bolts at guests who displease her. And you KNOW she would wear an amazing and completely wedding-inappropriate outfit. Totally cosign this.
I haven’t talked to my dad in going on four years. When I got engaged I tried to reach out to him but I knew that any attempt to actual reform a relationship would be half hearted because I was only doing it so he and my siblings would come to my wedding.
I’m an only child with very little family to speak of. My Dad once tried to choke me to death, and my Mom isn’t much better. No way in hell I was going to invite any of my family to my wedding. Unfortunately, since I also didn’t want to have my husband’s HUGE family there while I have, essentially, no one, we ended up…
Sort of on topic, but my 67 year old mom cut off her mom just the other day. She and my grandma had a VERY toxic relationship (it’s her stepmom, but the only one she’s ever known). My grandpa died just over a year ago and my grandma made sure my mom and her kids, including yours truly, got nothing. Do we care about…
I'm worried about my mother hijacking the future event like she did my college graduation party and inviting mass amounts of strangers I've never met. I fear her renting a helicopter and air-dropping flyers alerting the world that her promiscuous daughter is finally getting married.
One of my best friends whom I LOVE to pieces, got married up in Acadia. In October. Outdoors.
We froze our flippin heineys off. I couldn’t feel my fingers, my nose was a block of ice, and my toes were going numb. I literally huddled together with two other people to share body heat.
But ya know? It was worth it. Cuz…
Oh I would be waiting with a letter to give that aunt on her deathbed.
Me! Me! I’ve got a worse one! The husband of a good friend (we all thought he was a creep and generally tried to avoid occasions where she’d have to bring him - but you can’t just invite one half of a married couple to your wedding), who got drunk, stuck his hand down my bodice and groped my tit at the reception.
We picked out one of 3 or 4 options for everything & didn’t worry if every detail reflected our personal brand.
Uuhuhhuuhhhuh wuuuuttt was it your wedding? What the fuck is up with people? Why did she do that?? Was she high?
even though the wedding apparently sucked so hard that Bun Bun had to tear it apart while it was happening, she also lamented the fact that it ended before 10pm
"So you're the homosexual?" made me laugh really hard. I grew up in an environment like that.