Both of these gave me all the feelz! Thanks for sharing. I'm totally not crying, just a tree branch... got in my eye... Nope, not sobbing.
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I come from Chicago, pothole capital of the Midwest and some of those suckers still amaze me. A family of raccoons could live in them!
I drive a small car around Houston as well and the distinct benefit of having a truck would be the ability to actually see around all the pickup trucks in parking lots and on the freeway. Granted, it's pretty funny to compare the ridiculous lengths people go to make their truck the most jacked-up, idiot bro-truck of…
This. So very true.
Dallas (Houston) bro lives in a metropolitan area. Why does he need that ginormous truck?? It makes it impossible to park just about everywhere, is gas inefficient and not even more fun/comfortable/enjoyable to ride in than any other vehicle. Sorry, I'm having a hard time adjusting from Chicago Bro's to Houston Bro's.…
That was definitely the most uncomfortable part to watch. Her life coach is really struggling to find a way to help LL and all she can do is turn it around into a pity party for herself, over and over. Clearly she listens to nothing this person is saying to her as she's too busy pushing her own Woe is Lindsay agenda…
The first thread is poop commenting gold. Even though several seemingly unrelated convos were going down, it all just flowed together perfectly. And was hysterical. Not even drunk and I was laughing out loud.
Amen to everything you just said!
"winsome tree spirit" and "illustrious panopoly of BFFs" are just two more reasons on my list of why I need Callie Beusman to be my best friend.
If you don't drink wine, GTFO. I'm not even bothering with the pretense of a friendship.
If I have to give up cheese for our friendship to work, I don't want to be friends anymore!
That was ABC and the audience's reaction as well. "Mmm (first week)... Oh that's too bad (second week and every week to follow)" Bachelors past have been shallow and not very bright but JuanPabs takes it to a new level. The lights are on but NO ONE is home. Or ever has been.
Haha! I'm dying thinking of people I know who have said those exact words to me. We get it. You look skinny. Now let me eat my fettuccine alfredo in peace.
Guuuurl, those bangs are bangin' and that dress is fabulous! I'm definitely not just saying that. You know I wouldn't lie to you!
[Insert name of person in your life who might compliment you] thinks I'm (funny/insightful /wild'n'crazy/ good at making my own clothes/ an expert sheep herder) actually translates to:
This! Even a FWB better have the courtesy to let me know in advance of 4 AM that he's interested in a little get-together. Apparently it is baffling to some that even us "loose women" who "actually like sex" appreciate a little tact and consideration when it comes to gettin' it. Speaking as a wee lass in my early…
"I have two idiots who think I'm down for sexy-time with them at 2 am after not communicating with them for weeks simply because we had sex on the first or second date."
I am calling them naked auditions forever now.
Sex cuts through all that awkward tension in the early parts of the relationship. And being sexually compatible is way more important than most are willing to admit. It's always a drag when you get six dates in, start getting fresh and realize you're totally on different pages sexually. Let's get naked right away and…
The Ring. YAAASSS. Just like it. That slow, inevitable sinking feeling in the following days. It's coming.