I got a little rage-blind at that part.
I know it's not in the books, but I half expect to hear "Hello, my name is Oberyn Martell. You killed my sister, prepare to die."
"To get to first base quickly, tell a lady about how hot you are for her mother before going in for the move"
Fixed it for you!
Definitely. I am generally not a fan of celebrities crying invasion of privacy. If you court the press to achieve your celebrity status, you can't complain when its inconvenient to you.
Rupaul would be so proud. Go on with yourself, girl. Life is short.
Hey, I hope this is relevant and doesn't offend anyone, but I've been wondering for a while if self-deprecation is partly a cultural and racial phenomenon. Like, if you're white, making fun of yourself and drawing attention to your flaws (a la Jennifer Lawrence) is seen as quirky and humanizing. If you're black,…
I find it quite telling that Solange and Jay Z got into fisticuffs, and yet all the stories seem to somehow revolve around Beyoncé.
So, essentially, researchers proved that alcohol affects your judgment?
I totally hate myself for still clicking on these articles, sigh.
I started tearing up when I realized I was Vanessa, this was describing my life, and that all I ever wanted was somebody to hold my hand.
"She has to lose 30 pounds or gain 60. Anything in between has no place on television."~Jack Donaghy
I liked NSA encounters until I found someone to whom I felt a connection and a good rapport. My brain started thinking about how I might enjoy hanging out with them not at 2am, but at 2pm. You can't control that kind of reaction to being intimate with a person, and that reaction happens when you least expect or want…
I assume when Varys looks at the throne he's speaking metaphorically, not literally. He would rather be a kingmaker than a king.
I lived with 3 roommates in grad school, and we all had a toilet paper agreement wherein we would each take turns buying a 12 pack of toilet paper when the TP was running out. This one girl, we'll call her Angie, comes home with only a 4-pack (not even double rolls!) when it's her turn. We were like, "Cool, you didn't…
Do lies people tell themselves count? If so, this one was a doozy.
When I was about 15 years old everyone in my group of girl friends had touched a penis but me, which made me feel like quite the loser. So during a family vacay to NYC I decided to come up with an elaborate story about how I had given a guy named Jon a hand job in my hotel room as my parents slept nearby. The story…
I thought of a good one. I knew this girl who was in a complicated on and off relationship with a guy who had a kid with someone else. Apparently he would still sleep with his ex/babymama sometimes. Well while this messy love triangle was going on, his ex got pregnant. Within a week, the other girl miraculously…