I don’t think her facade ‘cracks’. I think she’s a nasty little cynic, and she’s trying to be all subtle and shit, playing both ends against the middle. Make juuuuuuust enough cryptic remarks to be able to say, later, that she wasn’t really on board but stayed because [insert bullshit] reasons.

And who is that, precisely?

The last bit, and that picture of him with the newspaper, made me sad in my insides, and now I need a smoke.

Jesus Christ, even Sarah Fucking Palin waited til she lost the election before she commenced to trying to make a post-relevancy buck as a carnival barker.

omg, me too. I was all WUT.

He wrote some good songs. If you like emotional wood-chippers (I do). My personal favorite:

My father used to bitch about this phenom, tantentially. The first time I heard the rant, I was on break at college, and cloth diapers were the Thing. We were going to save the planet with cloth diapers.

1) What’s DNS?

““a simple phone call,” affords these women, “wall-to-wall coverage with virtually no fact-checking ever,””

The Melania joke might’ve been funny coming from someone else — one of her kids, maybe (or at least one of the girls). But from Donald, it just underlined the fact that he cannot self-depracate. When faced with a situation where he had to, he chose instead to (further) humiliate a woman who a) didn’t have a mic / joke…

The strapless floral number, holy shit.

sigh, and here I was, hatching a plan to steal your apartment.

If I were a Big at Frito-Lay, holy crap, I’d be filling a baggie of money to make this ad go.

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Alas, I have but one star to give. Please tell me one of you four gave the toast?

Hold on. Is THAT YOUR GOTDAMM HOUSE?

which is why I’d be happy to get the dumb ol’WW lightbulb!!

I’m all in on this, except for the draping of wispy red/gold fabrics over the lamps.

I do not enjoy sex because i’m sad I keep melting the wisty polyester tops I been draping over the lampshade.