Noooo! Beets are delicious! And then you forget you ate beets and then you go to the bathroom and then you think you are dying because you think there’s blood in your pee/poop!
Noooo! Beets are delicious! And then you forget you ate beets and then you go to the bathroom and then you think you are dying because you think there’s blood in your pee/poop!
NICE! I went to Nicole Sconiers’ site, and the first thing that I found was “The Stiffening.” And now I am hooked. I read through all of her blog posts, and I ordered “Tales from Beckyville” from Amazon.
You forgot The Dharma Initiative.
I legitimately despise that show. I was the “right” age when it came out, and while all my gfs were WOOOO-ing over cosmos and Samantha and ‘sexual liberation,’ i was rolling my eyes, drinking scotch, and doing whom ever I damn well pleased. Without designer clothes or furs.
Exactly. And it’s so, so harmful to those whose loved ones are missing/murdered - how DARE you give bullshit false hope to those grieving, you noxious, disgusting charlatans? Is the suffering of those people some sort of drug for you?
Ohhhhh, cool! Thanks a bunch for the link!
Step 3: ?????
Hold up. Fourteen bucks for COOCH SPRAY?
We all like to make fun of Goop, but we’re the ones talking about it while Gwyneth Paltrow is wiping her ass with a $275 roll of toilet paper. Yes, please, mentor me, milady.
Please tell me what this story is. I just did a highlight/right-click on “Here Come the Janes” for a Google search and...nothing. The Janes, Jane Austen, Here Comes The Sun...but no literature.
Imma just leave this here for anyone who might think that “psychics” are “real.”
The body - coupled with the bulge - is making me oddly uncomfortable.
I do not like anyone who purports to be a ‘medium.’ No, I take that back. I DESPISE fraudulent shitstains like this guy, that John dude with the punchable face from the early ‘00s, the Long Island twatmuffin...
You did better than I. I’d have stammered and drooled.
You could truthfully read any of them and be hooked. “Eric” was my first, back in the *ahem* early ‘90s.
really, it’s the “BLORP” that makes the case for you.
what...what did she eat?
Wait! Don’t start with that one!
That breakfast sandwich: I would eat the SHIT out of it with a knife and fork (minus the bacon, as I am a veggie).
Dear Uzo, please let that be an adopted doggie.