I know what I'm going to be dreaming about tonight: Banging with wild abandon.
I know what I'm going to be dreaming about tonight: Banging with wild abandon.
Is it wrong that I'm picturing this guy as Hagrid?
there's nothing better than coming home to a dog. they're always SO STOKED.
Breach of protocol or not, she put herself in harm's way to care for this man and do her job. She's a hero in my book and I hope she makes a full recovery.
I am pleasantly surprised that Stacey is that far from #1, but also vindicated that Claudia is #1. Also - random things I ALWAYS remember from the BSC in my day to day life:
Traffic on I-35 is raging, things are really strained on the 183 near the airport. We've got some major bulging northbound on 130 near exit 437. Meanwhile, it's just barely inching along on the Brett Favre Memorial Parkway.
In 1892, America was obsessed with a teenage murderess, but it wasn't her crime that shocked the nation—it was…
Tootsie Roll was still running this 1970 commercial on Saturday mornings as late as the 2000s.
All I can think about when I see it.
Praying Wendy Davis wins this November. If not, I'm getting the fuck outta Texas. What is this crap?
Can we just pretend the baby elephant was the last post? Because impotent rage is bad for my blood pressure.
GOD. FUCKING. DAMMIT.
The forced birthers are going to keep throwing this shit at the wall (hoping something will stick) until we get them the fuck out of office. Let's get them out of office, please.
It's booze and vaccines. Their version of a dirty martini is vodka, a dash of vermouth, and a splash of measles/mumps/rubella.
i want her to get her shit together and have a magnificent comeback so badly. she was really a pretty fucking inspirational young woman when she was in her prime (so to speak).
me too. I hope she will get all help she needs to get better.
damn! I try hard not to be one of those people who pretends to know things about celebrities' personal lives or who feels invested in celebrities' personal lives... but for some reason I really care about what happens to Amanda Bynes and I really hope she gets better! Must be a growing-up-in-the-90's, nostalgia thing.
I'd love to see an entire season of The Bachelor or Bachelorette take place inside an IKEA. The whole time. Rose ceremonies and all. Instead of bottomless alcohol, bottomless swedish meatballs. Date nights would include things like putting together a Tarva 3-drawer chest and seeing who wants to kill each other first.