nope- she gets NO pass on this. it isn’t PETTY. The person/bakery who REALLY produced those delicious looking desserts deserved a PLUG from that useless cow- instead of said cow taking credit for someone else’s hard work.

They both seem to reside in a self-appointed cone of oblivious.

A simian thug

I think I need to not come here for a while. Not doing well in general. Using this place to put off dealing with depression or something. So I’m gonna go try to take care of myself and swing back around when it’s not such a crutch anymore.

Yes, what a wonderful... what’s the word? “CHOICE”. To have available.

I wonder what it’s like for real money to be monopoly money to you. It just must be an entirely different sort of world and thinking.

I thought she was supposed to be sooooo modest

As ever, the humans ruin the video. Watch on mute. Or with Heart and Soul playing in another tab.

In my opinion, hearing is overrated. It’s a communication issue, not an intelligence issue. Don’t feel bad for people with hearing loss. We sure as hell don’t and we see the advantages; especially in situations like a baby crying on a 6 hour flight. Makes us laugh actually; more than you can imagine!

They showed him a picture of all the Kardashians, told him Khloe is the one that belongs to him, and now he conveniently can’t remember anything?

<3 to you and your family

I’ve heard from one, he’s okay. Thank you. This is going to be a little whiny indulgent. The friend I was worried about? The outpost job in Paris, he REALLY wanted it. I was offered it and because of personal reasons I didn’t, so I made sure he went. I don’t doubt my decision, but it is one of those “What if I?”…

Sending you and yours love, and best wishes. I can’t get ahold of two of my friends either.

I hope they they are all okay.

Keep trying, everyone in Paris, and France, and people all around Europe with loved ones there are calling each other. I just got through to my aunt and uncle.

I hope they are all OK.

OK we'll send them all to your place. Please have them clean by morning. Thanks!

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