Perhaps I'm just askin' for a paddlin', but I just don't understand how people can rag on True Blood and yet hail American Horror Story as the greatest fucking thing on TV. They're JUST as silly, and JUST as campy, and JUST as frustrating to watch. I can't peel my eyes off the million car pile up plus runaway freight…
I think I was that baby. Now that I'm an adult, I'm finding more and more features from my mom's side of the family. Like my grandmother's (her mother) stern expression and looooong, straight (wavy-ish), black hair, and my mother's long feet with crooked finger toes, and the infamous [mother's family's surname] family…
The picture made me cry a little because it reminded me of my favorite uncle who passed away a couple of years ago. When we first came to this country, he'd watch me in the morning while my parents were out job-hunting. We'd watch I Love Lucy together, he'd comb my hair into lopsided pigtails, then we'd go grab lunch…
It isn't, but it's part of the Earl's subsidiary title: Viscount Downton.
Guess all states can't be California: where driving may be a privilege, but bodily autonomy is a codified right.
...And let's not forget "My state has abortion restrictions, I would have wanted to abort in my first or second trimester, but by the time I jumped through the necessary hoops, gathered my resources, etc. I reached my third trimester" and also "This is a wanted child, however, my latest ultrasound picked up something…
Brian Fellows Safari Planet Restaurant, aka Elephant Bar, has pretty good deals for Happy Hour.
The organization's letter also recommended Sophie get into Game of Thrones because there are totally IRL dragons on that show, which is a sort of cute suggestion until you realize that show is like 90% boobs and stabbing.
Don't forget to review the soap you most definitely will not let Patsey use.