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Come on guys. Dick-scriminate is right there.

Grinning and conspiratorial, all kinetic limbs and generous laughter,

Chandler: Because we love kids. Love them to death. Well, not actually to death. That’s just a figure of speech. We love kids the appropriate amount... as allowed by law.”

Not a con artist?

You guys, Miley gets me.

No, no we can’t. Because race is genetic, while gender is a social construct.

Sometimes a rolled up hundred dollar bill just isn’t fancy enough.

Medically speaking, the fact that the premature infant (not technically a fetus) was alive for a few minutes after birth is unsurprising and shouldn’t make this more criminal than any other late term abortion. At 5.5 months, the heart is well-developed; the lungs, not so much. This delivery would only have been viable

What I think when I see those Pnina dresses:

The thing is, Kim, Jennifer, Sofia, etc aren’t style icons, they’re body icons. And you can’t show off your ass and titties (moneymakers) in looser, more demure cuts. So I mean, maybe if they had real talent, they wouldn’t have to rely on the same attention getting trick, but this is all they have so they have to work

Also NXNE always sucks, I think the organizers saw that Vice is for some reason obsessed with Action Bronson, and they were like “oooooh wow tastemakers” and booked him.

In the interest of fairness, there is a part in the music video, between stabbing her in the back of the truck and dumping the body in the lake, where Mr. Bronson takes a break from stroking and sniffing his many firearms, looks in the mirror and sheds a tear. He is contrite. Let’s give the fellow a break.

One of my ancestors had 14 recorded births in the 18th century. This would normally only be children who lived long enough, a few months, to be recorded. This would not include miscarriages, stillbirths, and those that died in a few days or weeks. Only three made it to adulthood.

This woman is a walking Chico’s ad.

“I would eat the corn out of your shit”

I texted my husband a picture of my boobs when he was out of town once. He texted back a long response about the “dangers of the cloud.”