letskeepitreal753
LetsKeepItReal753
letskeepitreal753

That’s because it’s a relatively new, fringe party that has shown absolutely no skill whatsoever in getting its message out. I don’t see why minorities would have issues with their policies, per se. They’re not anti-immigration, they’re pro-civil rights, etc

And yet that townhall was white as snow and only really cheered for marijuana legalization.

If that was true the party and its candidates wouldn’t be the fucking joke it is now.

Cedric the Devil.

Like how wealthy people never call their homes “estates” and consider it gauche to do so.

....he was constantly on the phone with his girlfriend, Lennay Kekua...

I wheeze-laughed (like an old man) at this!

If I weren’t referencing Moylan it would be lemons! Lemons. LEMONS.

What up with rich people loving to pose in white linen and bare feet? Always with the bare feet. Or at least, no socks.

A year later [Michael Jackson] passed away but his presence at the house can still be felt.

Bananas? Don’t you mean Lime? You got the wrong fruit!

Not knowing who these people are, from the picture alone I legit thought this was some sort of Rumplestiltskin/Belle cosplay and couldn’t figure out why HB was doing a story about it. Now that I really know what’s going on I kind of wish I was right.

If Real Housewives Memory serves, David Foster lived with Mohammed between divorces and actually met future ex Yolanda Bananas Foster (now back to ‘Hadid’) in his kitchen.

Old people are getting younger every day. (Says the woman who has been solicited for AARP membership since 30.)

He insists there is wild hyperbole in his reputation as a manslut

I blame these fuckers.

I live in Virginia, Jim. I tried to take up skiing a couple years ago, but my wife had a nervous breakdown when we took a wrong turn off the novice slopes and wound up on a very steep and winding course for more advanced skiers. We had to lay on our sides and roll like 200 yards downhill at one point.

Autumn is great. It’s Winter that sucks. Don’t you put that on Autumn. It’s like getting mad at Sunday for being so close to Monday.