Called on account of weather. Dining al fresco is no go in the rain, yo. I think we’re going to stay in our swellegant attire and go to Hotdogopolis.

Any cookies left?

Not our Chief Queef though. I’m a big fan of ours.

I feel like there’s a two fold problem. One is that we confuse Lena with Hannah. And the other is that she confuses Lena with Hannah. I did like Tiny Furniture and I wanted to like Girls. I wanted to like her book. But so far it’s been so much navel gazing self absorption masquerading as “StrongFemaleVoice tm”. I…

I like the “Moxie” part?

Man, Ken. Your day is looking like it might be porno filled.

Who’s got the ice cream tattoo on his face?

Right. We’d like you to be there when our son, Golden Palace.com Silverstein is called to the Torah.

More like Chief Queef.

Injecting a serious note, but why is it that the daughters of shitty moms deprecate ourselves into beggars for scraps?

It gets worse. My bff “gifted” me our little predator. When she calls me she always says “tell my furry g-dchild hello from her Auntie Stay-Stay”.

We’re having lunch today in Bal Harbor. We are so, so “too too” for words.

This is a photo of a man poking his head through a hole, a woman with ‘pregnancy lips,’ and a woman without pregnancy lips.

Tom and Gisele are THROUGH, you hear me?

She had CAKE!!!

Cady just recently got out of the grey. Give her a minute.

I thought it was “furry child”? I am such an OLD.

I feel like I “gurn” when I try.

Self possession and composure. Holders DGAF