I was 13 or 14. And it was a group of groomsmen outside smoking before a wedding while I was out taking a walk that afternoon.
I was 13 or 14. And it was a group of groomsmen outside smoking before a wedding while I was out taking a walk that afternoon.
I'm sure the Razzies will be happy to award this movie.
I don't care for the latte, but as soon as pumpkin spice coffee creamer starts showing up in stores, I'm all over it. I regret nothing.
Have you ever noticed that if you're complimenting someone's dress and it has pockets, that person is like, "Thanks! It has pockets!"
I'm 26 and I still have a hard time not clearing my plate. And now my parents are all "just stop when you're full" and I'm like "THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU RAISED ME TO DO!" It's a hell of a habit to break.
This could be really positive, I think. My bishop (I'm Episocopal) is a lady and she's wonderful.
I'd suggest Mary Balogh's Slightly series (the Bedwyns), Simply series, and Huxtables series (A Secret Affair is one of my all-time favorites tbh). (Avoid her Web trilogy like the plague. Seriously.)
Saving Grace and The Bride by Julie Garwood are two of my all-time favorites.
ALL THE GAS. ALL THE TIME.
Yep. We have three Bostons, currently, and the gas is terrible. But we love them anyways. Smooshed face dogs are super gassy.
My grandmother has a thing about showing your shoulders. It's exasperating. If someone is turned on my shoulders, then that person has far, far bigger problems than me showing my shoulders.
I fucking hate my home state.
We had them on my college campus. They were mean, vicious bastards.
They are mighty farters. OMG the gas. ALL the gas.
I think this speaks for itself. (Though obviously we're still not as awesome about this as we'd like to think.)
The whole "invite a celebrity to prom" thing creeps me out.
I'm going to need to make this. Your scrambled eggs and french toast haven't let me down, so I can only assume this will be breakfast nirvana.
Negative, Ghost Rider.
Sorry I checked out when you mis-ranked the swiss cake rolls. May the universe have mercy upon your non-existant snacking soul.
Side-eying anyone not voting for vodka tbh.