I love Golden girls and I will fight anyone who doesn’t, because IT’S SUCH A GREAT SHOW.
I love Golden girls and I will fight anyone who doesn’t, because IT’S SUCH A GREAT SHOW.
yeah, except what you wrote is better than what he wrote.
some days are harder than others to justify why I enjoy rap. this is one of the harder ones...
Also: world’s most simple lyrics. He’s practically “yeah yeah, my dick gets big, then I put it in her vagina. Yeah. She’s a girl. I have a dick. I have sex with my dick.” Lyrical master indeed.
And “stimulated” just has to be the least sexy word ever. *barfing forever*
But also his rapping is terrible though
This shit is such a yawn fest. Anyone else over the “shocking wardrobe as entertainment” Schtick?
So generally using “thirsty” to mean painfully desperate for attention just makes my head hurt (get off my lawn!), but the word was pretty much invented to describe Miley Cyrus.
I’m having a legitimate “I have no idea who this person is” moment.
Britney, girl, that hair was a mistake.
I’m not one of those people who despises Kim Kardashian. I’ve tried to be, but I lack the will to care about her with any degree of intensity beyond that which I feel for breakfast cereal. Which is to say: essentially nil. I think she’s vapid and self-absorbed but is, on the whole, a decent person who works hard and…
I don’t have any advice, but I feel ya. Sometimes my guy is the most thoughtful person imaginable, and other times he drives me up the wall with his inconsideration. Don’t feel like it’s a you thing. It’s a man thing. I think. #notallmen, I’m sure, but generally.
I didn’t think it was possible to hate Kirk Cameron more than I already did. But today, the showing of Fantastic Four that I had promised to take my twins to (I know, it’s supposed to be awful, but they’re 7, and they really wanted to see it) was canceled so they could make an extra showing of his new fundamentalist…
“The sisters weren’t convicted of any crimes, rather their sentence was punishment for their brother’s elopement.”
Call the police! Call all the police! Call them now!
I basically babbled. Something along the lines of, “I’m so glad he has such an open minded and loving family, but I’m not a sex worker and I really only know him from the amazing stories my new coworkers tell me. I’m so sorry for your loss, and I’m sure I would’ve loved him but maybe not that way but maybe that way…
So a week after I started this job, a guy who no longer worked at the publication I worked for died in a car accident. I never met him, and he was a copy editor so it wasn’t like I was familiar in any way with him through what he wrote.
But nevertheless, the EOC said everyone needed to go. So I went. And somehow the…
at least you get paid well
Hearing about the way her parents raised their children makes me very sad.