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I can’t look at that picture without thinking of the terrible chafing that must come from wearing pasties for 48 hours...

Dolly (and Dollywood) have been going strong since 1986....I feel like Dolly is more of a “Bless her heart for trying” the first month and then sending a sweet note of “Condolence” while her rivals enterprises fail kind of diva.

That is merely the face of a woman mentally tallying all those sweet sweet Lifetime Movie dollars coming her way.

I think a large part of it may be that he just completely avoids the limelight - I think he runs a paving company in their mutual hometown? Probably really helps that they both have their own things to do - he's not totally dependent on her for his income and she knows he's independent.

Genius dog name for a boy from Brooklyn though...

This really just sums it up - I’m so not enthused about her - but she doesn’t scare me.

The ol' "whoops my boobs just popped into this picture of my face" trick.

That just makes me miss Soledad O’Brien. She would have verbally body slammed him for those comments.

Wait what?! Any links to that tidbit?

My response to “Do you know Jesus?”

Dolly Parton and Meryl Streep and a pitcher of sangria. My life would be complete.

I had a WRITTEN non-anonymous end of summer internship review mention the fact that I should “smile more”. But it was in investment banking - don’t know what else I should have expected.

I first read 'To Kill a Mockingbird' when I was 8 or 9 and the nature of Tom's alleged crime just went completely above my head. I really just assumed he was going to get the death penalty for trespassing onto their property or something. When I finally re-read the book in high school my mind was BLOWN.

My boss was discussing how she had this great white dress she wanted to wear to my wedding. I shut that down HARD. It's amazing how quickly "That is highly frowned upon in my culture" can stop terrible ideas.

I'm guessing it's more "Non-snitches get to arrange a jail house marriage then reap the benefits from the inevitable HBO/Lifetime/Major Motion Picture bidding war to story rights". Just as common - totally understandable. I'm also thinking a Dr. Phil or Oprah special re-uniting the estranged sisters in 4-5 years.

I do have to admit this crap has its' perks (especially for younger kids). Reading ridiculously trashy pro-wrestling fan fiction stories helped my very sheltered preteen self figure out what sex was on a nuts and bolts level. I was wayy too shy to even attempt watching porn. These stories also seem to (generally)

Agreed! I've had my co-workers try/fail to get my attention at the gym. I have one hour to get my workout in then scarf down food. No one gets in the way of dinner/my focus on getting shit done.

My teen self used to go to the gym with my very large gym rat father. He's the guy who clears both cardio machines next to him because he sweats like 90's Patrick Ewing.

I hate getting mail out of the mailbox. I also hate opening it once it is in the house. My fiance hates both of my hatreds with an all consuming fury.

I bet Angelina just looks at that picture and goes - "Why yes I did rock a gray tee shirt and jeans that day - and still out shined 90% of the mere mortals walking the Earth". That woman is so photogenic it is scary.