I think what DF is saying here is: “I literally will not wait for the lemons to turn into lemonade. I’m divorcing you for a pitcher of lemonade. Plus, you’re a lyme, and lymeade is only fit for men who haven’t written masterpieces like ‘Ghetto Love’ or look like they’re on the way to the Dinah Shore Classic.”

The House Band.

Kylie at the pre-awards dinner. Keep at it, kiddo!!

An assortment of my chakras are vibrating with wonder! Eyebrows. Skunk stripes. Selma Blair. The unearned patina of mob movie. Travolta thinking he’s fully in on the joke, but just missing. Potentially loving this.

I especially love the part at 2:08, where she implores me to eat all I want.

Pit Pat!!

She’s just really upfront about her baggage.

Linda Thompson, not Hamilton. #notalllindas

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