I'm thrilled to introduce my latest shade 'Jailbait Cherry' which has deep meaning for me, conjuring up childhood memories of lazy summer days fishing near the local penitentiary while enjoying a healthy fruit snack. Wait, you thought I was referring to what?!? Oh, you have a sick sick mind.
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I'd really like some VD now. It seems really nice.
What the hell kind of beaded scarf is so heavy it can fracture skulls, even small ones? If your scarf if the first thing you reach for when you want to hurt another creature, you're doing accessories wrong.
Relevant (to the title): it was only within the last year that I learned that penultimate does not mean "the ultimate ultimate." And I am an educated person in my 40s and English is my first language. I'm still deeply ashamed and can only admit this terrible secret to internet strangers.
Provel cheese is vile and that picture should have come with a trigger warning. There really are a lot of authentic Italian immigrant descendants living on The Hill, but i never understood the obsession with the food. I went to many Hill restaurants and they were all meh at best. Ted Drewes is phenomenal. But one…
Didn't see this mentioned yet... It made me so happy to find out a few years ago that Ben Bradlee and Sally Quinn had meticulously, impeccably restored Grey Gardens when they bought it from Little Edie. So there was a happy ending for one of the main characters, at least.
As someone who has had a shitty shit day full of shitheads, I can personally attest that watching this particular episode multiple times in order to see the full Pinot Noir video and the "behind the scenes" scenes, in order to soak up and remember all the fabulous rhymes for future full-blast shower singing, makes…
Get on your knees, bitch, and fill out the payment details for my coach.com order.
If only. The boner springing becomes much less reliable after 50.
Dammit you two! I leave the house for 30 minutes and when I'm paying for my gas at the Shell station on Foothil, I look up at the TV behind the register and there the both of you are on national news making a spectacle of yourselves! I got so mad that I spit right in the cashier's face, which was just terrible and so…
Haha, oh man. I was just browsing your blog and thinking how cute you looked and how much I wish I had big boobs because then I could wear adorable shirtdresses like you do and my boobs would balance out my stomach and I wouldn't look pregnant! And now I'm kicking myself for returning a super cute polka dot shirtdress…
I carry my weight in my stomach and I am very self conscious about it because I look pregnant. I've been pregnant so I know what I look like pregnant, and right now I weigh as much as I did when I was nine months pregnant. I don't look quite that big, since my stomach is now just fat and not full of another human…
Looks like white and L'eggs tan pantyhose to me.
Dammit, I came here for the dessert video. #speedreadingdisappointment
I really really really want that to be Joe Biden. I'm just going to have to pretend it is.
The recent pantsless-against-the-escalator-sex makes so much more sense now.
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!
I'm going to stop defending my choices to assholes and just start using the simple but brilliant sign off "because fuck you that's why."