This is what being famous is all about.

I can forgive that sin.

For me it was 2 hours for the 1st kid and 45 minutes for the 2nd. I barely made it to the delivery room. There’s no easing into it, eating ice chips and rhythmic breathing, just a tidal wave of horrific pain and BLAMO! Baby.

Very peculiar that he doesn’t go by “Richard”.

But he can always tell when I’m wearing cheap shoes.

This is the look. I love her!

Oops! Sorry - internet failed me :(

Here’s a rare no makeup Nicki:

They need to be more like this:

“I just want some comfortable play clothes from Gymboree!”

There’s clearly no heat in that establishment. Look at what they’re wearing!

Puppies play hard and sleep hard.

Can we get Beetlejuice to shut this guy up already?

That’s a Mercedes hood ornament. Nelson hates peace!

????

What is this?

I haven’t been there, but my Vegas relatives rave about it!

All I need is the Bavarian Cream. I have a reunion coming up and I fuck up almost every day with my “stay under a reasonable amount of calories” diet.

Good things come in pink boxes.