Nice.

I hope they leave the fridges. Where else am I going to chill my Barefoot Moscato and half-eaten Subway footlong?

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Dear God! It's like the Buseyfish or something.

Good, maybe this will finally have a rise in hotel room refrigerators so I actually have somewhere to put my dinner leftovers for a change.

As long as this story isn't followed by one entitled, "R.I.P. Hotel Bars," I'm cool. There's gin on the premises.

I read the headline as Kanye cheats on Kim with Chris Brown. What a disappointment when I realized I was wrong.

Criminy!

I should not have laughed at this.

Chris Brown is repulsive.

Instead of pouring water they could just give a bunch of slaves beer and produce their own dampening agent...

You'd think. But no, it was aliens.

I'm betting they just had this big fucker carry them.

I went to Walgreen's for snacks and came out with pajamas. Just an oversized T and pants but they were so comfortable!

I hate myself a little for how much that comment made me laugh. Out loud. In public.

Know what else was supposed to last for a thousand years? The Third Reich.

Oddly enough my dude is going to a man's baby shower this Friday, but I guess it's called a diaper party? I told him I think he's actually supposed to bring diapers, but I don't think he believes me. And to tell the truth, I have no idea if I'm right or not. Either way, they're going to a baseball game and then to a…

Yes, men celebrating the coming birth of their child/children is terribly embarrassing. :/

That's it. Outside.

This reminds me of my decision to get drunk and see Sex and the City 2. I drank at brunch before, snuck an entire bottle of Champagne into the theatre in my purse and STILL walked out halfway through. The lesson is that not even booze can save shitty movies.