No way, girl. A lot of us have them. Wear them with pride!
Ok, I admit it. I rewatched the SNL Games of Throne spoof about 3 times in a row yesterday. Just to see the last scene with Leslie and Nikolaj. That was freakin’ hilarious and they should get her on the show ASAP. But then, Big Les should be on every show. So I might be biased.
BC = bad pedestrians who then get in their cars and become bad drivers (the type who sit in the left lane like HURR HURR I AM GOING THE SPEED LIMIT SO YOU CAN JUST DEAL WITH IT while 50 people line up behind them)
Ok guys. I’m sorry. My plan was to knock him out, load him into my trunk, then spend month trying to convince him he loves me. I was not successful but I am sorry. Blake, I guess you can keep him. I’m not ready to coparent.
At least he didn’t reyn-oldsver Ryan.
Should be easy to catch him when he sells the photo.
The Rock is so piss he crushed the visible light spectrum.
I am going to repeat my last comment about the little known fact that Coachella is French for: Douche Parade.
Junior high dance and I was in 7th grade. I went with my best friend and we were kind of bummed because neither of us had dates but we soon realized it was more fun to not have dates because we could dance with more than one boy. So we spent a lot of the night dancing with whomever asked us and, of course, each other.…
Same story, different party. I was in college at a friend’s engagement party, slow dancing with a good friend who I intermittently slept with and had a tiny, silent but DREADFUL, eye-watering fart slip out. I knew it was gonna be deadly but thought I could “dance” us a few feet away to avoid the worst of it.…
Not middle OR high school, a dance my second year of college, where my boyfriend completely ignored me the second we walked in the door and spent the entire time dancing and flirting with my best friend. Who thought it was “so funny!” that people thought they were dating.
I HAD CORDUROY OVERALLS TOO! They were black and I wore them with sparkly, slinky black tops like the baller I was.
That bitch will RUE THE DAY she messed with Pie-pie.
You should friend her on facebook, work yourself into her life, and slowly destroy her.
Ohmygod I have one like that too! Walking down the hallway with a new kid, chatting and getting along awesome when one of the popular girls took his arm and lead him away from me. As they left I heard her say “ew, you don’t want to talk to HER, trust me.”
Middle school was the total worst. My crush was a jock who would not have noticed me if I had burst into green flames (I was a chubby nerd).
I was the ONLY friend in my circle who didn’t have a date to prom; which was fine since I had the type of girlfriends who couldn’t give less of a fuck about that sort of thing. We would all dance with each other’s dates and made it more of a communal experience.
Perhaps the best part about it was that, every four bars, we would turn to the right and do it again, meaning we performed the same fucking routine in each cardinal direction, ending up back where we started after 16 bars. We kept going in this insane clockwork square for quite awhile. I remember feeling SO fly. (We…