rhinestoneeater
RhinestoneEater
rhinestoneeater

That’s what the one doctor said in the story; that there was a man comforting the woman, and that would never be allowed for an abortion, so it must be a miscarriage.

I’m 52, and nothing could be more horrifying.

Wasn’t that kinda the basis for Deadwood?

No. Your work is protected by copyright the minute you create it in any fixed form. Registration isn’t necessary, and publishing does not negate protection.

He has two refugee families staying in the Vatican, so no.

Only for naive children who think Sanders has a chance of winning, bless their hearts.

Shut your whore mouth and go watch “Walk Hard”!

I knew all about them back in the ’90s. I was working at a music mag in Nashville, and it was just local scuttlebutt.

Inorite?! Am I unwittingly poisoning my neighbors? Are my neighbors unwittingly poisoning me?

No. We just want to see the sun.

“We screwed up” is about a half-step up from “Mistakes were made.” Maybe it’s just my poorly calibrated Sarcastr-O-Meter, but I don’t see anything “refreshingly honest” about ’fessing up when you got caught red-handed.

Not for a creamy soup, but for a cheesy soup, yes. It’s usually a thinner béchamel, which is a roux of butter and flour, thinned with milk; the cheese is then added slowly to melt it in.

More likely it’s the straightening. Flat irons and chemical relaxers are really rough on your hair.

I was surprised at Joy Behar for this. I watched her standup for years before The View, and she used to be a teacher, which is a similarly female-dominated, shit-on profession.

No. That’s pretty standard size.

BBB is the OG Yelp. I have a girlfriend who worked there, as she’d done ad sales for years. She left because it was so dirty.

That sounds great! And I love Payday bars, so I’ll be trying this out.

That’s probably because, being French, he’s probably had non-shitty white chocolate. My mom once sent me an enormous tin of chocolate-dipped cookies from Belgium. Half were dark chocolate (heaven!) and many were white chocolate. It was the first and last time I enjoyed white chocolate.

Bite your tongue! No one can ever match the magic of Powell and Loy!

Good question! I would drink that man’s bathwater.