Please, please, PLEASE:

I didn’t post those, though.

My five year-old oven’s window is all crudded-out between the two panes of glass. It’s disgusting: fuzz, and browned gunk. There are tiny ventilation holes that allowed dust to accumulate in there, and now it’s like a horror movie. I am considering a curtain for the window, I swear.

Awareness!

Yes, I pointed that out.

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You know, I’ll take your word for that. However, I am completely unwilling to extend the benefit of that particular doubt to Eric Trump, or his “Foundation.”

Yeah, some fucking Foundation.

Just like Walgreens: “Oh we could donate a few million to charities but don’t you feel good that we gave you this opportunity of adding a dollar to your purchase?”

Exactly. It was a benefit for The Eric Trump Foundation, ostensibly to raise money for St. Jude’s.

If I was going to be a past-life regression therapist, and invite people to recline during their regressions, I WOULD BUY A COUCH AT LEAST LONG ENOUGH FOR A PETITE WOMAN TO RECLINE WITHOUT HAVING HER ANKLES WHIPPING AROUND IN OUTER SPACE.

She may have more poise, but he’s got really lovely skin. I’d never noticed.

When I’m sad, I find a youtube clip of Bernice (painfully, but loyally) wearing the Christmas tree skirt, to cheer me up.

When (beautiful, inspirational) Dixie Carter died, I was in a meeting and said, “Oh, fuck. Julia Sugarbaker just died.” A twenty-two year old I worked with said, “Who?”

This nipple seems really oddly placed.

I love the way she says, “Cheyenne.” SHAHH INNNN.

FEEL NO SHAME

🎶🎶❤️❤️🎶🎶❤️❤️🎶🎶

You were pretty good in Deliverance. Bet you thought it’d all be good roles after that, huh? Oh, well.

Just reading him is disorienting.