I have stayed at this resort and others along this same body of water. It’s gross. There have got to be nasties in there of some variety. I know, as a former Floridian, not to swim in bodies of water I’m not familiar with (hell, I had to check my own damn pool and the vicinity every time I went in my backyard). But…
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It’s a lake. In Florida. Pretty safe to assume some oogy-boogys live there.
Oh, I thought the bare single minimum safety standard was going to be that the buyer must be breathing. Weird.
It’s something to see, baby.
At least two of my Facebook friends (relatives...sigh) have posted this.
Shit, I AM a redneck, technically.
I would totally go to this and drink brown liquor, which makes me even meaner than I am sober.
Oh, Anna. Come sit by me because I too am Going Through It. You can cry through “Wildest Dreams,” and I’ll do the same with an older one — “La Cienega Just Smiled.”
That lady didn’t even calf-way try to contain herself. Thigh was amazed.
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He can be my grandpa, and Jenifer Lewis can be my grandma.
Gangs of New York, actually! I loved him in Boogie Nights, too.
I have had a crush on John C. Reilly since I don’t know when, and I don’t care how shitty the movie he’s in — I WILL WATCH.
I will never not watch it when it’s on TV.
I’d put out some vomit receptacles.