She does a lot of action movies that bank big.

Given that heavy meth use is involved, probably the only completely/verifiably true part of this story is the decapitation.

“Hey guys... you wanna get some drugs with me??”

That’s only because your daughter is too young to know that by loving Ghostbusters with girls, she is ruining some nerd’s childhood.

This reminds me of the “real women” episodes of Project Runway that always led to the designers acting like monsters and a model (usually a friend or family member of another contestant) crying. I mean, you really must lack in skill and creativity if it is beyond your ability to create a dress for someone above a size…

She is amazing. Also, I need her to team up with HBO a release a "Game of Jones" commentary track for every single episode, because that was the best thing I have ever seen. I love that she has thought about having sex with Jon Snow enough to figure they would have to do it on the floor, so as not to ruin her good…

This is all bullshit and I’m glad she will get a dress and I love her and everything about her.

I love that no designers stepped in because she’s not a sample size but no- oh no - it’s not because of a size bias. Do they hear themselves?

She’s not only a giant, she has the nerve to be a Black giant. A Black giant who isn’t even a model and isn’t even light-skinned. Just who does she think she is, expecting to wear dressy clothing and have a few designers respond favorably to the idea of dressing her!

Jessica’s one of those people whose very presence reminds me that I have done jackshit with my life. I’m going to go crawl under the blankets and eat doritos and cry.

She is a tall, statuesque woman who can probably pull off all kinds of things someone more petite can't. And with that amazing skin tone and her crazy funny personality? You'd think designers would be jumping to offer up something out-of-the-box for her.

I demand a buddy comedy starring Jones and Siriano as roommates waiting out the zombie apocalypse.

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I call a coworker who shares my name, “Original Recipe” (because he was there first), and he calls me “Extra Crispy.”

Kind of like how not so terribly long ago, Pink was the color used for baby boys and blue was used for girls. Pink was a softer version of a powerful color and blue evoked calmness.

I have a boys name in IRL. A really common one. If you are a boy. I am not. If ever there was another kid in the class with the same name, it would be a boy of course, and I was ALWAYS asked if I would consider going by my middle name. FUCK THAT NOISE...so finally in about 4th grade, rather than just say no, I started…

There were two girls with same first and last name at my high school so they dubbed themselves “original” and “alternate”

Okay, what the fuck is that....

“I’m not crying YOU ARE”

“But on the other, it’s a direct reflection on society’s crybaby political correctness.”