Living for Pearl's face and attitude. But my quote of the episode has to be "No T, no shade, no pink lemonade"

In gif form:

Husband: Um, can I tell people that our love burned too bright and too quickly? Kind of a Candle in the Wind deal?

Glossybox all the way! I have only gotten one Glossybox that I didn't absolutely love, and even that box had a couple of good things in it. If you would rather spend $10 than $20, I find Birchbox and Ipsy to be equally good. Do Birchbox if you want more skincare, Ipsy if you want more makeup. If you can spend $20,…

Please make celebrity memoir reviews a regular feature on this site! (I nominate Vanna White's for the next installment) ((Yes, I read it when I was in high school)).

One of my favorite moments of Real Housewives of Bev Hills is that first season when Saint Camille takes the gang to visit Kels while he's doing Broadway. He answers the knock on his dressing room door and when he sees it's her, he gives the most awkward hug and greets his wife with a half-hearted "Oh, hello......you".

It takes years to master, and though it does have its rewards, the reward I seek is not a hot dog. Moose does tricks; I memorize lines, say words, even walk around and stuff. But I don't need a trainer standing off-camera, gesticulating wildly and waving around a piece of meat, to know where I'm supposed to look.

Is it weird that I read this item as:

I hope that poor boy was okay after his parents insisted on him eating that food even though it had gluten in it.

Pork Wine. The OTHER white wine.

It's weird, we consider ourselves Midwesterners here in Chicago, but I'll be damned if this whole "Midwestern food sensibility" applies to the city. The idea that a place serving steak defaults to medium (instead of medium rare) is insane to me. Hell, I get my burgers medium rare any time I get the option.

You are totally going to hell and possibly soon if you get doxxed :)

One night I was sitting at a bar just making small talk with anyone who crossed my path and I got to talking to a cute guy about his home improvement projects. He had just completed an install of new hardwood floors. I asked him how far away his place was because I would really like to see his new hard wood...floors.…

I drank a quarter of a bottle of Malibu, sat on a guys lap and took my shirt off- complaining it was "too hot" (we were in a drafty basement)- in a sad attempt to put the moves on a guy. We've been married for almost 5 years now.

The first weekend of college, I came upstairs to my floor and saw a cute guy hanging out (loitering, really) with a few people in the open area between the men's and women's halls. I was being preeeetty obvious that I was interested and everyone else caught on but he was oblivious. I had only lost my virginity about 3…

This one happened to me, relatively recently.

This might not make sense to some Americans or Canadians, but it is a big deal for a English girl - specifically one from Manchester. It is my dirtiest, most shameful secret, and one that made even my husband look at me with disgust.

This story isn't particularly impressive, but I'm an incredibly shy person at times and it was an unprecedented bold move for me and is a serious confidence booster.

In the World War Z universe, you'd be fucked. Zombies were all over small boats and bodies of water were extra dangerous.

Join me in the desert, my friend. I've got a good thing going here.

I apologize for the lack of white and gold llama content in this post.