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Making mixed drinks is a dying art, I tell ya. Even the best handmade artisan gin imported from the UK can’t fix a lack of skill on what to mix it with and how. Hell, I was on a trip last week and ordered an absinthe at this upscale French cafe, and found myself having to explain the proper way to “serve up” an

In NY it’s different, I think here in the south people associate spirits with their grandparents. Beer is fashionable right now, but I see that becoming a punchline more and more, and wine is honestly kind of a boring go-to unless you’re pairing it with a kickass cheese plate. My friends who drink are mostly beer

Yes, this was as long as I would expect a complaint to go for a wine snob.

Everything is all about wine and beer these days. Please, trend gods, bring spirits and proper mixed drinks back into fashion. Whiskey is all fine and good, but most people my age who drink it do so because it’s 2 edgy 4 u. Pour that bourbon into a respectable mint julep and maybe I’ll listen.

The chest is due to the angle she’s at, a lot of thin women with not a lot of boobage would show ribs arched back. But I can’t with the legs. That’s what took the photo from super skinny model to oh my god, is she okay???

I mean, they’re going to speak in their own self interest and it will surely conflict — the models who are super skinny want to uphold the status quo because it gets them jobs, and the ones who either struggle to stay pin thin or who can’t make their bodies that shape would be for a more realistic standard. But the

I’m less likely to buy them, even shoes. I notice that shit, and I’m not going to shell out crazy money when a company has a choice of so many models and decided to go with one that makes me cringe and want to feed her some ensure.

If you strip away the designer clothes and fancy photography tricks and the model looks like someone who narrowly survived the siege of Stalingrad, they should probably spend some of the revenue on getting her into ED treatment. JMO. This picture is painful to look at. ETA: saw other pictures of model, legs have

Tank It! would have been a better plan. Where we put tank tops on old men and laugh at them.

Wow, if only the momcopters on Facebook got wind of this story before going off about how making narcan available is “enabling addiction” this morning, I would have been entertained enough to not unfollow all of them. Seriously tho, if this has an iota of truth, does she just not care if a deranged individual shoots

That’s what I love about Bethesda’s games, different strokes I suppose. You can spend hours just wandering and taking random side quests...or getting killed by deathclaws.

WUZBAND. I love it.

I’ve had guys approach the question with some real trepidation, and I found out after we had been dating awhile that it was a dealbreaker for one of my ex boyfriends. I’ve heard from men that women act the same way if they’ve dated Asian girls but I’m not sure if I buy that — the whole “once you go black you don’t go

I would definitely wear these as a backup or to bed, but with how many times I’ve had to refute the “free bleeding” myth with the sheer fact that it’s a public health violation (if it existed), this seems a little too close to that territory for all-day wear.

Same. I had big, perky boobs through my early 20s and I still couldn’t do anything like this without a bra. So I guess it’s the implant-club only.

I’m not sure if real boobs can even do that unassisted by a bra and still look remotely perky...

This seems like a pretty big middle finger to women who have had masectomies. Also, was the ALS ice bucket thing an excuse to show off our bodies? Because most of the bodies I saw doing that were NOT sexy.

So she was underage when this happened?

Haha I don’t think I own any sweatpants, but I was probably wearing yoga pants!

She’s one of my old college friend’s sisters or cousin, don’t remember. I don’t think she commented on anything I was wearing, cause I just kind of remember her...being there, not the life of the party I guess.