I only star comments here of people I want to have sex with. But so far it’s brought me nothing.

Yeah. The rest of us plebes can only dream about filling our houses with etsy creations and insanely colored antiques, eating so much ice cream we create a medical condition, and jaunting off to france to meditate with Thich Nhat Hahn.

Seeing that Colin Firth still immediately makes me think about Lindy’s amazing takedown of Love Actually.

After six months or so, Mr. Gregory made his big move: randomly “favoriting” her tweets.

put the fame whores to bed- please..........some things need to be private, just no giving them attention feeds the wierd psychology

I cannot high-five or star this comment enough.

some time in the mid-90s I fell out of my bunk bed and hit my head. My parents took me to the ER, and the doctors asked me various questions to determine my mental status. One of them was “Who’s in charge at the White House?” I deadpanned “Hillary” and had the whole ER laughing. I was seven or eight.

She and her husband also run a German-themed Christmas store called The Christmas Sleigh.

I am Spartaslut!

It was surprisingly funny and charming, actually. I loved the relationship between Rose Byrne and Seth Rogen. (I can’t believe I just typed that.)