yes, but the idea of joining the junior league also sounds like my own personal hell. real question: are there professional benefits to joining the junior league? growing up, it always just seemed like a thing that sorority girls did when school was over, but i never knew why.

yeah, the "they're doing this to prepare you for life" argument is cracking me up. whose life, exactly. sure as shit not mine. if guidelines as strict as these help people (and for sure, plenty of people thrive on extreme structure), then.. good for them? but i can't help but feel like you gain more by finding your…

lord almighty, Angelina is absolutely STUNNING in that header photo. I mean, she always is, but DAMN.

yeah, in a grab bag of wtf comments, this was the wtf-iest of them all. In exactly which world do you live, bro?

i'd like to take a moment to bitch about not being able to edit comments. my punctuation has been ATROCIOUS today, and there's nothing i can do to fix it!

so sorry, pegs cannot reply at this time. she gasped something about a "lil cell clump" before heading straight for the light. we will be forwarding a collection of trucker-caps along to the afterlife.

horsepuckey. there's not a got-damned thing about small boobs that's limiting. my a-cups (betty and veronica, should you ever meet them) live in a world of unfettered freedom. at least in boob-related matters.

also for all of your boob koozies and lava lamps. truly one-stop shopping.

yes. A++ usage. would read again.

oh man. we all have to wear a white oxford behind the bar. on me, it's "1980's stand-up comedienne." on our dudes, "it's oh, hello forearms."

it's hard for me to remember this when he's sharing the screen with my future husband, mr. hiddleston, but all alone in a gif... i need a moment.

omg what.

"That is a blatant contradiction in terms."

"it would b so chill 2 hang w u, lil cell clump xoxoxo #nohomo"

1- thank you for the legal breakdown.

or gay AND communist. ellen's more devious than you ever imagined.

amen. digging that beard, mr. hunter. even better than the leather jacket.

i will keep reading (and likely suffer from a rage stroke) after i continue with my dance of joy for the pope. i wrote yesterday about the ccd (catholic sunday school) class i taught many years ago for kindergarteners, and i my desire to send christians who keep getting shit wrong back to remedial classes on christ's…

how on earth did you end up in the greys? i know I'VE been stuck here since the dawn of kinja..

that scamp.