As a San Diegan, I cheered while reading this article.
As a San Diegan, I cheered while reading this article.
"St. Jetersburg" is the name of Derek Jeter's Florida home.
The soft-o-meter is hilarious. I don't have one of these, but I did just buy a blankie (and yes, that's what I call it, all the time) that I am sure is even softer than vagisoft. It is like the womb of a marshmallow mermaid. I'm obsessed with it and my husband knows it has to go with me when he gets me committed.
Sweet fancy Christ on a bicycle. I'm so glad that I got married before Facebook was a thing. Back in my day, the worst thing you had to worry about was a guy you gave a fake number to at a party showing up at the same bar and remembering you, 6 months later.
Darren Rovell manual RT'd this saying that it is the equivalent of 1/1000th of an actual picture.
obviously he is just a Gawker fan.
There are limits.
Yet another person reminding us that "that side of you that isn't about work" is something that should only be respected (or even talked about) when it comes to marriage and children. It is possible to nurture things, if one is nurturing, that don't involve a traditional "family". It is also possible for the…
I see stuff like this and think of my empty, musty clap-trap of a womb and how I will never use it for the reason God/Spaghetti Monster/This Lady say I should. I then cackle in delight because the best thing to do in response to this is whatever the fuck I want.
Can I just travel?! I really don't have a "nurturing side" but I really hate working and would love more time to travel with my husband. Now if only I could figure out how someone else can "bring home that full-time income"........
The suspense is killing me!
Prince Harry is sexy and all but who is the stone cold fox sitting next to him in the last photo!?
ORLANDO NOOOOOOOOOO.
Our buddies at AsapSCIENCE have created this short educational film that explains just exactly why you fart, why you…
I feel like I'm the only one who cares more about Tom than the character he plays.
So I started finding gray hairs in my twenties and freaked out a little out first, then I realized that is why they invented hair dye. After having my first child 14 months ago however, I started to realize that at the rate my hair was graying I would have to be dying my hair every 3 weeks in a few years for the rest…
Um, not all of us are terrified of aging. I feel no urge to dye my gray hairs. They're kind of silvery, I like 'em! And, more to the point, it's a happy reminder that I'm getting older, hooray!
I am young and letting my hair go grey. I get so many compliments from men and women. I love my hair because I don't have to do anything to it and it's different. It makes me feel like a total bad-ass.
I'm still mostly brown, with a significant amount of gray, normal at my age (49). But there's no way in hell I'll ever dye my hair because a) I'd fuck it up if I did it myself, b) I hate getting my hair cut, so I'd probably hate getting it colored even more, and c) I just don't fucking want to....unless it's purple.