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Down to her last two million. Breathing deeply. I just made a minimum payment on a $3000 credit card which I will carry for another year until I (hope to) have a tiny but regular income again. I am... feeling Robespierrian.

I'm BRCA1. This is The Scar Project (I guess also NSFW, though I'm loathe to say that), which FB shut down a couple of times and we had to raise a ruckus. There's a pretty intense image gallery here.

"Friends" bolted after she shared the pictures? Who the fuck does that? The internet blows my mind yet again.

He rescued me.

Having worked in a high-volume euthanasia shelter, I have to defend this shelter. Sometimes the overpopulation of cats and dogs is astronomically high and many shelters lack funding and staffing. Euthanizing cats and dogs is something no one likes to do. Let's not point fingers at people who are forced to deal with a

I only watched the last video and you could write a term paper on everything in there:
1) Valentines day is not about love and the connection you have between each other.
2) Karen and Mike agreed to not get anything and now Karen is angry that Mike didn't get her anything. That's really poor communication, setting your

Excellent. I get a chance to post these:

I am impressed by her ability to do athletic feats without a sports bra on.

We've all had tit itch. I'll allow it.

IT TRIES TO COVER IT UP WITH THE FUR.

You gotta love Bernese Mountain Dogs.

Speaking from my point of view as a person whose car is still awaiting repairs from being hit by someone whose insurance is dicking around and still trying to blame someone else a whole month later: WOW FUCK YOU, LADY.

I like to go Krogering as much as the next person, but this might be going a bit too far.

I think they might have been a bit ruff on him.

...I found the idea so ludicrous I didn't give it a second thought.

Not me but my parents:

My bf and I met through a friend, but said friend warned me, before bf arrived at dinner after work, that he "wasn't my type." We bonded that night over rotten vodka— I've never tasted anything disgusting in my life. We kept trading drinks to make sure we weren't crazy and the booze really was rancid, so you could say