I have a hard time hating and avoiding Mel Gibson- he was in the Road Warrior.
I have a hard time hating and avoiding Mel Gibson- he was in the Road Warrior.
Maybe it’s her own damn business, and she doesn’t owe anybody any explanations about her sexuality.
Why is it bad to “separate and distinguish” yourself from antisemitic comments and “jokes”? I mean, I’ve got friends too, but my friendship doesn’t mean I’m automatically down for every last bit of their of jackassery... sometimes you have to put your foot down and disagree.
What’s wrong with him? He’s from Reddit. There’s precious little the tattered remnants of the Gawker Empire enjoy quite as much as talking shit about Reddit and anybody who has anything to do with Reddit.
That dog is adorable.
I wondered the same thing, given how messed up the other sister seems to be... all three of those siblings seem as though something rough happened in their pasts.
What a magical world it could have been.
How do *you* know he wouldn’t have done it to a male host?
Apple car? No thanks. I’d rather not have my car bricked because I went to the wrong repair shop. Or because I used a non-Apple airfreshener, for that matter.
Exactly. That “fuck zoos” business crops up when ignoramuses want to look edgy without knowing anything.
And lest we forget, Marilyn Manson!
Athletes are kinda the worst.
Taylor-Joy seemed particularly affected by her surroundings at the Witch House, at one point requesting that they switch rooms they were interviewing in because of the ambient energy she was receiving. “From the second we got into Salem, I’ve just been crying all day and it’s been really intense,” she’d say later that…
Guess he shoulda kept it in his pants then, huh? Sucks to be him.
I wasn’t on-board till you pointed out that they don’t benefit us directly- I mean, if an animal doesn’t exist to serve us, why, I don’t know how they dare exist!
You will never guess which political party he belongs to!
Were those aspects of her work consensual?
On the other hand... Jim “Hot Pocket” Gaffigan (assuming you don’t hate everything he’s done since).
You can only get into a drunken, shirtless flail with a similarly inebriated idiot in a convenience-store parking-lot so many times in a week before it starts to pall a bit.