I feel bad for the neighbors, who never know who or how many will be living next door to them.

Who has to clean that crap up?

We just need Hannibal Buress to make a joke about Woody Allen. Then the shit will hit the fan.

My daughter wore a jumpsuit to prom, influenced, I think, by Bethenny on RHONY and all her kicky jumpsuits. I would have been pissed to find out that day she couldn’t wear pants.

My 83 year old father used to refer to Vietnamese as “coolies working in the rice paddy.” He was actually a pretty tolerant guy, but still a product of the 30s and 4os.

No, but think of the crap he’ll be doing for his mum when he’s 20.

Yeah, using science to create a situation that God will oversee.

And the Wine by Wives nonsense. Tamra was her partner in that one.

I know she owns Coto Insurance, but her other business ventures have been flops. And I always have thought she over-stated her income and under-stated Donn’s financial contribution to the family income.

Which I took to mean his half of his 401k.

I hope Vicki is regretting treating Donn so shabbily.

So Palin says if Latinos are offended by racist hate speech, they’re just suffering from herd mentality.

I have a habit of mimicry. When I went through my Mars Blackmon phase of saying things twice, I about drove my friends insane. 20 years later, listening to Donald’s weird verbal tic of repetition, geez, I need to spend the day writing apology notes.

No lie, delivery was easier than my first poop afterwards. And probably quicker.

I hope it goes well for them. I am a woman of a certain age, and they have always had a good selection of swimsuits for me. Don’t make me go to the mall this summer.

I keep coming back to watch the retweet count grow.

My 81 year old mother made me take her to “My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2.” Maybe that’s what Tom is pissed at. I know I’m still mad.

Trump was declared the Republican nominee, and I was circling into a depression. What is wrong with us as a country if we are putting ourselves into this position?

Pics, or it didn’t happen, Dolly.

Doesn’t even miss you, Joe.