Yes! My dream is that every woman who can will embrace a love of underpinnings. I think body support products should be easily accessible for ALL sizes. (Rant over; Going to the website now.)
Yes! My dream is that every woman who can will embrace a love of underpinnings. I think body support products should be easily accessible for ALL sizes. (Rant over; Going to the website now.)
Excuse me but that’s “Wealthy, Older, International Man of Mystery” hair. Luxurious (a little caddish) but always gentlemanly.
And +1 for your name too!
I was HOPING someone would post this too!
Thank you for this! Secrets and the social constructs that support them kill people. (Either immediately or over time.)
The “retired” ones I’ve met were at backgammon events, so I’m not totally sure. I also don’t think they advertise or make it known to a ton of people.
Minivans? Um, hell to the no.
You’re right; As with the Lindbergh baby kidnapping, we’ll never know the truth.
Preach! Say it again for the people in the cheap seats (before somebody finds a Red, White, and Blue gag ball!)
Preach!
But, like, is ANYONE in the family is still “looking for the real killer?”
I think they broke up.
Alive, suing, and not looking for the “real” killer from what we know...Oh, and he dated Natalee Holloway’s mom for a short time.
The escapism? Yes, I could understand that.
Remember that Shannon came from the well-to-do family and David had a working class background. Now that he’s a self-made man I wonder if there’s some sort of underlying (and super-weird) class dynamics going on with the mother. She seems to HATE Shannon.
Wait, was it a “Karate Kid”/”Cats” theme or something? I don’t mean to be judgy, but what is the appeal of this show? I just can’t put my finger on why people love it so much.
You know good and damn well that the “hippie” stuff (staying out until all hours, smoking weed, hanging out with questionable friends) is all good until one day you have a child of your own (or niece, or nephew, godchild, or kid you love in your life) then you become as strict as you remember your parents/the adults…
I forgot about that; I can still smell it from here.