I just finished watching the Evil Dead marathon on El Rey, so this is topical to me.
I just finished watching the Evil Dead marathon on El Rey, so this is topical to me.
HEY HEY HEY leave me the fuck out of this
Cookies are joy. I’m trying to figure out why y’all keep murdering joy before it gets a chance to grow up.
Yeah. Please make sure to keep your Grandmother well away from me. Violence might very well ensue if she attempted to get god on my food.
Were they coneheads? This sounds like the behavior of aliens trying to impersonate humans.
I feel so bad for this girl. Denied access to birth control and sex ed as a teen by her parents, still denied birth control as an adult by her parents. She once said in an interview that abstinence for everyone wasn’t realistic, only to have stage-mom Sarah Palin swoop in from off camera and say “Abstinence!…
There are so many reasons to lament our lack of regular Maya Rudolph programming, but when people like Rachel…
You don’t need to live an experience in order to have empathy. Him coming from a place of privilege and using that platform to address issues of the poor is far better than him using his place of privilege to not give a shit.
*Looks at Poulter’s picture*
That episode was a while ago, but I remember it being more a criticism of the lenders and how they raked in profits by exploiting those who, like you said, are already in bad financial straits.
I don't think the point of the payday loans segment was to shame the people who needed them but rather the predatory loaners who through exuberant interest percentages were taking advantage of people who were desperate.
That's a good point. People in Wenatchee or Kennewick would have seen through her bullshit.
All 700 of the Duggars (or however many there are) and the rest of their kooky cult prayed and prayed to God for a worthy distraction from all the news about Josh’s molestation charges/not charges and child abuse. And God saw Michelle’s empty, vapid stare and smiled.
Wasn't she freakin' amazing, though?
HULK MOMAGER SMASH ENTITLED SANTA CLAUS ASSHOLE!
Part of me really wanted Momager to actually smack Psycho Santa with the pizza pan.
If I were such a huge asshole that my family had to tell people that I had brain damage to explain my behavior, I’d MAYBE think about dialing it back just a bit.
I saw this and my balls started sympathy sweating.
LMAO. I’m so going to crochet some shorties for my partner now. It wouldn’t take long and I’d laugh so hard. Sigh. Sweet crochet dreams.