Or having to make due with Zima.
Or having to make due with Zima.
Funny how empowerment is only for the conventionally attractive.
All I want is organic free range ecstasy, is that too much to ask?
Guys, I’ve still got the rainstick my son made in grade school. I’ll sell it to you for $65.
This is a first world problem if I’ve ever seen one.
Lame sauce, weak sauce, fail sauce, stupid sauce, bigot sauce, dunce sauce....
This mild mannered lunatic should start her own *Bigoted Condiments® Factory*.
She couldn’t take out an exclamation point or 2?
Not the best day to say something like that.
You’re spot on about Bledel. I found Rory to be totally insufferable by the end, and it seems Bledel kept with that trajectory. Then she married a man who could pass as her fraternal twin brother and that was it. Her spirit animal is a polo shirt.
Only sons can carry on his family business? Is it operated by using one’s penis to type?
Especially for something that strictly forbids “thinking outside of the box”.
I’m sort of bummed that the script didn’t say “bunghole.”
Surely it’d be better to laminate it and hang it by one’s back door.
I don’t believe I’ve ever seen the word “rectum” rendered in such a tacky, saccharine script.