That so wouldn’t surprise me. But however they have it set-up, their RNG kinda sucks.

First, it told me 19. Then it said 44. (The two photos were taken back to back.) I turned 57 Monday. Let’s just say I think it’s wildly inaccurate. But very flattering.

Does anyone know of an outdoor LED bulb?

Does anyone know of an outdoor LED bulb?

Not working for me wither, but background is so important.

The rumor for “You’re So Vain” I’ve always heard is Warren Beaty.

Bwhahahahaha! You get far more than one star.

And the fit is appalling on most of their clothes. And where am I going to wear some of that floaty stuff? My cats would shred the shit out of half their catalog with one lap jump.

Obviously, it’s printed on the finest platinum fabric woven by elves in the dead of night under a wolf moon. And sure, it’s pretty, but not ohmyfuckinggodimustownthatnow pretty.

okay this chick was batshit crazy in a time and place where human life was considered cheap but was there a reason to it?

These special snowflakes should either buy an extra seat to protect themselves from the girl cooties, find some other form of transportation, or be willing to move.

sigh, it won't let me edit my post — "because you need to replace that shit"

sigh, it won't let me edit my post — "because you need to replace that shit"

I'm with you. I really hate Great Lash.

I'm with you. I really hate Great Lash.

You could populate worlds with the cum you swallowed. You world killer! (With thanks, and a slight variation, to Bill Hicks.)

Can we be “hate deep dish pizza” twins? Because that shit really is dreadful. So much uncooked dough and horrible sauce. Yeargh.

Everyone can make a mistake...

I fluctuate between loving and hating Eileen Fisher. I have a few pieces, which I love, and I'm terrified of wearing them and spilling something horrible on them. They're not cheap. And also, I work at home, so the times when I need an Eileen Fisher getup are few and far between.

Mr. rottenkitty1958 is not a romantic sort and when we got engaged, I did not get a ring. Until his best friend shamed him into it. Had a tiny stone and that was fine by me. He has since decided I like rings and bought me some very nice ones. But I have a special place in my heart for that engagement ring.

I think she did herself proud on this song. And it’s not a fucking karaoke version.

Damn your enthusiasm! Now I have a bottle winging its way to me from Sephora. I have no impulse control.

I love BadGal, but They're Real is awful.