smithwellette
Smithwellette
smithwellette

Finally, a Disney Princess post I give a damn about.

I keep waiting for the adults to arrive and tell the cops to calm the fuck down... Where's Mr. T when we need him?!?

This is a photo that an undercover operative snapped at one of the Cat Overlord training complexes in the Walmart parking lot. As you can see, they are trained to walk in sync with one another, forming a joint, super-cat creature. Terrifying stuff.

Is this comment for real? Have you been paying attention to what we've had to go through around here to get this sorted out? And now on top of being BULLIED to the point of almost needing therapy, you're telling Jezebel writers because we had to pull tooth and nail to get our own company to help us fight this, we're

I would so eat that pretzel, without the salt though. I don't like soft pretzels with salt. I always get it plain or with cheese.

So, if one is a youngish female journalist, and one wants to write about women's stuff, without writing fluff for Cosmo and the like, there are very few outlets. Jezebel is one. And I'm just going to come right out and say it: Mark is taking up a spot.

Drowning in cum would be the worst death. So viscous.

I feel like the problem with plus sized retailers is that they have to be everything to everyone. Smaller girls have more choice—fancier stores, more casual stores, ones that cater to older women, etc. Meanwhile, plus sized ladies have maybe 5-7 stores to choose from. And they use the excuse the excuse that fatties

I can assure you the bride...

It's a BABY.

Well, I am keeping them anyway.

Honestly, it's not just the equipment, although a very finite calibrater that can measure the necessary decimal points can be found at many specialty and industry suppliers.

Yes, because your own personal amusement no matter the impact on people around you is all that matters.

And if a) pointing out that someone is ridiculously wasteful by taking one of the most expensive cuts of meat in the world and demanding a cooking process that eliminates every aspect of flavor and texture that has

Logic: you haz it.

I went to Portillo's the other day for the second time and was BAFFLED by that. Wtf?

That's not scary. The ghost is obviously friendly. It just wanted to hold the cameraman's hand, and even closed the door when asked! Check your corporeal privilege, Mark.