The Property Brothers are really bad actors, so it’s good that they aren’t going to be in the scripted show about their lives.

Candy Corn. So gross. Stale when made. No flavor at all other than nondescript sweet overload. The kind of shit they feed you in Byzantine underworlds. Good & Plenty is vile as well, good call.

I’m not sure why, but that Manson family movie feels wrong and exploitative to me. Maybe it’s just because I’ve never liked Tarantino or his movies.  

Maybe she’s going for Graham’s senate seat once he gets AG over Sessions? (If rumors are true that Sessions is getting kicked to the curb soonish...)

If “they” are pregnant (let this phrase diiiiie), that’s going to be one very bland child.

Earlier this year, I saw an article outlining the best bargains in International travel. One spot on that list was Damascus! Sometimes, there’s a reason it doesn’t cost a lot of cash to go someplace.

You can get some really good deals to Europe if you wait until right after Christmas. I’ve flown to Paris, London, and Rome in early January for peanuts. And accommodations were cheap, too, since it’s the low season there. The weather isn’t too bad in London (at least to me, but I’m from the midwestern snow belt) and…

He seems to have got himself into a bit of a - <removes sunglasses> - situation. WAAAAAHHHH!

Donald would wear a piss helmet

Salvation.

Oh God you were completely adorable! Bonus points if that dress was homemade, or better yet handmade by a sewing collective (a cousin belonged to one in the 1970s.)

NO MORE OLD WHITE MEN. No bernie. No biden. 

My son proudly told me once, “Mommy, you wear clothes other people think of as costumes!”

Excuse you I have always been a fashion ICON

They talk about David Foster, of course. In a long line of a RH husbands, he was one of the worst.

Yeah, I still am mad that JT was invited to perform at the SuperBowl in Minneapolis. Fuck him & Les Moonves. They’re both assholes.

Are you thinking ball ticks? I think that could be appropriate. Woodsy, irritating, parasitic. 

I could eat a “ploughman’s lunch” for every meal.