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OprahWasAnInsideJob
oprahwasaninsidejob

Girl needs a linguist on her team, for sure.
“Plow” works well, but “plow me, cowboy” does it with more finesse

Why is a “feminist” embrace of sexuality always synonymous with being brash and kinky as all hell? Good for the folks that works for, but I’d love an embrace of sexuality that’s just normal and honest and maybe a little vanilla in that it doesn’t end with a whip and someone shouting “PLUNGE YOUR WHOLE DAMN FIST IN MY

Yep, lots of pearl-clutching

It is a nice reminder that Rude is only half of Rude Negro. 

Women can’t go fucking anywhere

Yep, the photos are rough but the video is indefensible

Sean Evans is on his own path to being a zaddy, and i’m here for it

Vegan seems daunting until you’re exposed to it, I think. I have a vegan-friendly city, and even though I’m a meat-eater, the newer plant-based meat substitutes (i.e. not tofu, but pea-protein stuff like Gardein or Beyond Meat) are incredible. I’ve been trying a lot of new stuff since I moved here and am usually

TBH, I’d probably visit it a few times just to get reviews and tips on their stuff (especially since there seems to be some knack to being a dewy minimalist without turning into an oily potato). I started using boy brow this spring and won’t shut up about it, and I wouldn’t hate switching to their foundation (although

LOL yep. My folks are one county over in York/Gettysburg and the non-highway roads are twisty, turny nightmares (or fun obstacles, depending on your preferences) the second we get rain. Lancaster is also considerably more flat, with big, rolling hills. Once you get closer to the Appalachians, it’s a different story -

My middle school best friend was dating a girl who made “the best brownies in the world”. It was a box mix. Her secret? Undercooking to the point that they had to be eaten with a spoon.

“I don’t mind you filming me, film all you want”
*covers up phone the minute it drops on the ground*

If he is ill and/or deceased and you feel the need to pry (well-intentioned, I know, but still what this is), I would also pick up the poor woman’s bill this time around. Then at least something comes of it beyond you gaining some personal information

I’ve always held that comparing Chick-O-Sticks to Butterfingers is insulting. Chick-O-Sticks are perfect, and far superior in both taste, texture, and structural integrity. They were my favorite snack at the pool growing up because there was no chocolate to melt, they were like 15 cents or something insane (I’m 26, so

Carol Kane, please and thank you

I hate that I’ve seen this

Well first off, stop skipping dinner if you can. That sounds like an awful way to live.

This is probably easier and more environmentally-friendly for city people, but I stock up on staples (as suggested) and pick up my fresh ingredients for that night on my way home from work. It stops me from being over ambitious with my menu for the week, since I live alone and will easily pick up a bunch of

I’m sure he would tell any woman who claimed to have benefitted from an abortion that motherhood is the highest career any real woman could aspire to and you accomplishments aren’t shit.