I’d feel guilty for burdening him and end up handling my boobs myself, and serving him a nice cup of coffee and bringing him his slippers.

At some point people will have to look at themselves in the mirror, though. It will be a rough awakening.

Madeline, I love you, and I can’t think of a time when I haven’t enjoyed what you write.

as a relatively young person whose even younger sister had to explain snapchat to her...

Also, I love puppies and I want to squish the little Weimaraner like the Kracken wants to squish the Black Pearl, but his eyes are facing San Luis Obispo and Boca Raton, respective and simultaneously. Not that I care, or anyone should. I’m not petty like that.

Desigual is the Devil.

I’d only like a boob assistant if it was Sebastian Stan.

He’ll play the next, un-zombied Gregor Clegane. That’s what.

Oh, dear, so much to comment here.

Ugh. Of course they did because they are Desigual. I didn’t even know they were still in business.

I’m so happy we FINALLY got another excellent Double Creature.

I thought Boob Handler was Chelsea’s nickname.

This was delightful. And thanks for the reassurance that Bobby is fine, if possibly embarrassed about a coffee order!

Aw congratulations! Mr. Dog and I have been together for 22 years, married for 15.

To paraphrase Ricky Bobby, “If you ain’t married, you’re single.”

Tom wanted the relationship to be more public than she was comfortable with.

Nah just streak.

They froth?