Wow, this is devastating. My thoughts and prayers go out to the women's family and friends and to all of the people who witnessed this tragedy.

Christ on a crutch, fuck this guy.

What in the actual fuck?

1) Who gets to be this drunk in the middle of the day? I've always had somewhere to go or something to do, I've never had the financial luxury of indulging in these sorts of shenanigans.

And sequins. And studs. And boxy shoulders. If you can bedazzle it, just don't.

Remarkable fabric—keeps you hot when it's hot outside and keeps you freezing when it's cold outside.

They never fix it.
I've been bitching to Target for years about their plus sizes (mostly lack thereof) and their thoughtless blending of Plus Sizes with Maternity (not the same thing guys, not by a mile) and nary a goddamn thing has ever been done (and I am one of so many).
The only time I've been able to reliably…

I love seeing my tiny dogs play with Great Danes. The Danes will usually just use one of their paws to play with my guys—it's remarkable how cognizant they are of their size, especially since my dogs are not (they think they're HUGE, reality is another matter entirely).

As someone who basically had her dogs pull this this morning, I would like to say, LET SLEEPING DOGS (or their owners) LIE damnit. I don't care how cute you are!

I don't watch this show, but I seem to recall in some Gawker or Jezebel coverage and clips that it seemed like this woman wasn't really into this man. Anyone remember this?

Sigh.

Least creative theme party on the playa. Honey, it's been DONE!

Man, I hate trolls because the kibosh on picture uploads isp reventing me from uploading a picture of my dog Peanut who will tell you internets that baths are BULLSHIT!

Peanut will endure a bath with the resignation of the condemned, but the second he's out of the tub, it's all hate, anger, a stomping and rubbing…

Thank you for your passion and your effort, there are a lot of people who appreciate it.

But it did make for an awesome mixed tape.

Hey there, I didn't mean to insinuate that you were in it for funsies. That was really, really, not what I was trying to say. I did, however, want to caution you that it can be some nasty sh*t.

The whiney static part was too bitchy and not fair. I apologize.

Yeah, they tried to talk me out of getting an abortion every month when I pulled up in the clinic parking lot to escort. *rolls eyes* Even at my most ambitious, I couldn't get pregnant EVERY month, c'mon people!

Call the closest chapter of National Organization of Women (NOW) or NARAL (National Abortion Rights Action League), they should be able to put you in touch with a clinic who needs escorts.

Oh, I was an escort in Northern California. You'll find nut bags protesting clinics EVERYWHERE.