Can also picture him scooping marmalade straight from the jar with his shovel-paw.

Do you remember the story about how the kid was writing a paper with headphones on and there was writing all over the house that said “LOOK AT ME”? It still haunts me and that was I think like 3 years ago.

Wendy Williams is a trifling ass trick whose own home in in disarray. The end.

4 years ago one of her models on the runway had a boob completely out from underneath a trench coat. Which is fine and all during a fashion show, but it still makes her seem pretty hypocritical when she uses her models for provicative nudity to make money, but then says women who don’t cover up are “asking for it”…

I wore this exact same outfit to the State Fair, and even the Carnies were like “Meh.” Too much coat?

I wish I was living the kind of life that I could confidently open my front door, having seen a clown through the peephole. Alas!

This is why I don’t open the door for unexpected company. Or the phone for unknown numbers. Or talk to people in general.

Why? No really why? If you want to make Peter Rabbit make Peter Rabbit. If you want to make a creepy fratdouche rabbit movie do that but don’t sully poor Beatrix Potter with your bullshit.

I’d rather watch a movie about that dapper little pig. That sheet slowly rising up was the only part that got a laugh out of me. I’d much rather follow its adventures.

Do littles need a Hangover style movie?

tom & jerry...... jerrys a right arse

I have gone back and watched a lot of cartoons from when I was little (back when dinosaurs still walked the earth) and hooboy I was gobsmacked. A lot of characters you rooted for as a kid, are impudent little tools when you view them as a grownup. Go back and watch any cartoons with tweety bird, or woody woodpecker,…

What ass?

I’ll only watch if his ass does the judging.

I’m still so angry about that Lane storyline. It almost seemed like they were trying to turn her into her mother. Like, she has terrible sex once, gets pregnant, and - a teen least temporarily - swears off sex.

Nina Dobrev pours herself a glass of wine and sit at the table with a thud, “Glad I dodged that bullet.” She downs the whole glass.

An element of coercion is very often that the victim doesn’t feel like he or she has a choice. I’m not saying that’s necessarily what happened here (I don’t know enough about them, though the story really squicks me out), just that the fact that someone does something seemingly voluntarily doesn’t mean they aren’t…

* stunned into silence by this response *

I really can’t express just how appalled I am.

First, fuck this woman—she’s not “transitioning” to black, she’s playing dress up as a minstrel show character. This is a caricature of blackness that she fosters in her own head.