[whispers] cheek to cheek

What a piece of effing dookie this guy is! Thanks for sharing.

Am I still allowed to ask if things are "house-made"? Or made "in house"? I've been out of the industry for 16 years, so I'm not hip to the current lingo. And now I am going to cry into my pillow for the reminder of my age.

We are putting rocks in our pockets, right?

I didn't even hit record on the DVR because I knew I could count on y'all to post it. Now I can show my s.o. ( who was at the store).

I only knew two of them, neither had citizenship and were raised in Japan.

i knew one of the ladies pretty well at one point. This was a great opportunity for dancers who needed their contracts to cover a work visa so they could stay in the states. She was building her career as a dancer/choreographer and this was pretty helpful on her resume. Last I saw, she was off in Korea choreographing…

I also checked to make sure it wasn't a particular person that I had in mind from TO.

To be less threatening? Is this for customers or coworkers/employees? I (a white woman) don't recollect feeling intimidated by a black man based on his deep, masculine voice. Wondering if I am just oblivious or if it an issue specific to your line of work. I always feel like a turd asking people of color to educate me…

I think I love you.

you win- the electric slidin' sealed the deal!

I waited tables for a long time (multiple restaurants & multiple states) in the Bible Belt-we NEVER screwed with anyone for being different. Not LBGTQ, not differently-abled folks, not oppressed minorities, not even the lady who thought her stuffed animal was her real child. Only assholes/bigots got punished.

gorgeous long bun bun!

Came here to see if anyone would post about Grace Kelly in Rear Window. Thank you!

I'm a long-time lurker.Thanks for all of the great content! I truly feel like we are friends, which is probably creepy for you. Clicking on your stuff has helped to lighten my darkest moments during depressive episodes. And some serious anxiety, too.

I love to randomly yelp, "get out me car!" as I do my household chores.

on a marginally related note, I took my fiancé to my 20 year reunion. He agreed to wear a name tag with his first name and my last name.

put it off. Seriously. Call in sick & reschedule.

I used to dance, and I thought about every option I could-I can only think of one that could *maybe* work with the tight/short nature of dress. Wait-nope, once she got to her knees, we'd get a panty (or vulva) flash when she put the first foot on the ground. Not that I'd care about seeing it. Were I in Nancy's…

I loved the ladylike stage roll off exit!