Holy shit. How did this end?! I must know :D
Holy shit. How did this end?! I must know :D
I haven’t been to a public library in a year and I know I owe them probably about $15 or $20 in fees for late books (I do intent to pay up!) In the past though, I’ve had librarians nervously chuckle when I ask them about fees, and I could never guess why. I suppose I know now :/
I could never yell at a librarian. Hell,…
Another person who can’t deal with ribs. I just don’t order ribs! I usually order the pulled pork too, because how can you go wrong with pulled pork?! You can’t :D
The key thing is to never have any high expectations for this walking toupee, and then you won’t be disappointed!
I applaud you, Amy Jo Burns, for having the courage to talk about it. I don’t mean that lightly. Thank you for sharing your story with us. It was only recently, on an article here on Jezebel some months ago, that I managed to finally talk about my own experience. I still have trouble with coming to grips with it, and…
By tying this in with an article from earlier today, we can find a perfect example of someone who is (in the literal and attitude sense) too old to give a shit.
You’re welcome! Here’s another topical cat picture to match your pissed off kitty: wheres-the-food cat!
Done! I’ve just sent the info to the Jezebel editorial staff through an email they have set up to recieve tips and such. I hope they consider these stories.
ERW, reporting for duty for Douche Patrol Watch! Actually, that sounds like it could be a weekly feature or something
My brother beat me to that punch!
Speaking of shirts!
I was shopping around in walmart with my brother, when we saw a classic bro type dude wearing a “Cool story babe now go make me a sandwich” t-shirt. He was holding his girlfriend’s hand. My brother pointed it out to me, and we both started laughing our asses off. As our laughter wound down I managed…
How about no? I’m a feminist, but I’m also broke as fuck. If I had $650, I would not be spending it on a sweater.
Dear Duggars,
I am trying very hard to find it within me to feel sad for ya’ll....................................................................................................................................
I know that feel, dog.
Batshit insanity of the mom aside (which everyone has covered) I feel a great sense of relief for that little girl. I just watched that episode of The Hunt a few hours ago. I’ve always been a fan of John Walsh, and used to watch America’s Most Wanted (religiously) as a kid, and I was glad to find out this show…
For sure, though, that’s some bullshit. She should have at least apoligized....but that’s expecting too much, isn’t it?
I recently got rid of a lot of makeup I didn’t use, so I went out and bought a new lipstick. I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t really like Loreal, but I have two lipsticks from them that I love-Raspberry Rush and Everbloom. I’ve recently become addicted to one of Covergirl’s newest shades, Succulent Cherry. I have…
I like to think I’m just terribly oblivious, but having grown up with a gorgeous mom (who gets hit on constantly) I wonder if maybe it’s just me. I mean, on the one hand I’m glad that weirdo creeps aren’t hitting me up, but on the other hand, I wonder if maybe I’m fugly? I don’t know! I think it’s a combo of both? But…
Same here. I can only cite two times where I could tell that someone was hitting on, and they were being blatantly obvious. I’m a dumbfuck tree stump when it comes to flirting. I’m also very polite, but that’s the result of my upbringing. It has little to do with hawtness so much as “’This is a normal social…
I’d divorce this guy. FROM LIFE!