
She said. She said. She said. She said...
She said. She said. She said. She said...
White film exec equates black folk ribbing the industry for always killing the black guy first with black women don’t watch horror films. Sounds about right.
This is most known for the words “You gotta get on outta here with that alley-cat-coat-wearin’ hush-puppy-shoe-wearin’ crumb cake I saw you with … ,”
I came for pix of her ring...WHERE IS HER RING AND WHY DO I LOVE THEM SOOOOOO....?
I wanted that green sweater so f’ing bad!
Does the neighbor have a daughter...?
I am avoiding all things responsible...so many things...but fuck it.
I see your beef jerky and dirty laundry, and I raise you a carton of Marlboro Reds, and fecal mist.
Have you ever tried these? I am an event producer, and while I can’t say I’ve ever been pizza-pigeon-en-croute-level funky, I have survived many a Texas outdoor festival, smelling cool as a literal cucumber. I never leave home without them.
This is awesome. The High & Mighty Overlords of The Ancient and Insecure (I’m talkin’ at you, Mr. Lagerfeld) will clutch their pearls as the vapors overcome them, but now teenagers have a (small) chance of not being plagued with body insecurity for the rest of their lives. So WIN!
Like maybe this one, that has hilariously spread across my FB feed...?
The letter mentioned receiving conflicting advice from friends, and not one word of any family, positive or negative. I may be wrong, but I figured family assistance was not an option. At least that’s the way it read to me.