justonelastthing
justonelastthing
justonelastthing

I don’t have kids, but I have a nephew. Took him to the latest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie last year (uugh, my IQ dropped by 10 points at least). Afterwards we went to a toy store and he is now the happy owner of basically every piece of TMNT merchandise. My brother looked at my kind of funny, and my SIL is

That’s not true. I own my cars, all of them:

I called it.

Took a vow to not buy or read another glossy magazine in 2015. Not even Martha Stewart Living or some shit. Best. Decision. Ever. I’m happier now than ever. That form of commercial media exists just to make you feel crappy enough about yourself to buy something. Donzo.

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Is it me or is her voice really thin? During the chorus they add tracks/layers of her voice to make it sound full. But during the verse she basically talk-sings. I was explaining the concept of vocal track layering to my seven year old as I sat through my 8,358th viewing of Bad Blood. Then I played her Whitney’s I

I don’t get to use this funfact all that often, so I take every chance to share.

It is. Then again, sounds like he deserves it...

He had to listen to his own music.

The weirdly specific timeline of Joseph’s career is for publicity. The market is simply flooded with ex-special forces guys trying to make a buck off their military career by creating security and consultancy companies.

you can’t honestly believe that,

You know who else’s entire trip consists of “Here are my feelings?” Infants. Also, describing Kanye as “a little self-indulgent and self-aggrandizing” might be a candidate for understatement of the year.

I am a month and a half out from an extremely violent rape perpetrated by a friend. I went to a wedding. I got tipsy. I asked to go home. I was bitten, beaten, raped and burnt instead. I’m 37. I wasn’t doing anything crazy to “earn” what happened. I can’t wait for a slut walk in my area. I’ll wear the long dress and

Somebody has too much time on their hands. Quit it with the hashtags and make me some radish rosettes to eat with my little carrot shaped sandwiches MOM! Geeze!

Don’t count your chickens yet, KBO. My parents died in a fire last year and my sis (for whom they mortgaged their home to put through veterinary school) didn’t bother to come to the funeral. Not only was she a no show, she refused to speak with ANY of our grieving relatives except to have her POS hubby call my aunt

ALso, because she used it to promote her album. As soon as that promo was done she moved on.

We never had celebrity visits when I was a kid in the hospital, but do you know what was the highlight of my week? The day when people brought in “therapy” animals. People often brought in friendly dogs and let us snuggle with them and play with them. One time this lady brought in four golden retriever puppies and

I might actually believe the Lovato fan story if it was about Ariana Grand.

All these people who are like, “Well, if you just educate them properly they won’t get themselves into trouble and all this curiousity is natural, anyway” have conveniently forgotten all the dumb avoidable shit they did when they were teens.