In classic Britney fashion, she did not bother to put a bra in that Japan-bound luggage. Never change, Brit.

I second your Golden Era sentiments. Why does the Lifetime Movie Network exist if it’s not showing 1980s made-for-TV cheese 24/7?? Have you ever seen “Who is Julia?” It’s about a brain transplant! I don’t want Lifetime’s shot-in-Toronto-with-E-list-celebrities original content, I want aired-at-8pm-on-Network-TV!!!

I prefers the $cientology $chool theory.

Oh man. So extra expensive, and extra unconcerned with teaching anything useful then.

Whenever I See His Tweets I Wonder What Gazillion Dollar Private School Taught Him To Write This Way.

Her?

I certainly don’t need bran. I just read the news, it promotes regularity.

Even before this endless shitstorm of an election/presidency, I’d never in a million years have considered staying in one of his hotels. I guess my inability to understand how people can’t see that he’s repellent explains why the current state of things knocks me on my ass.

If he thinks people are coming here to stay in his diseased hotels, I think Cheetolini probably cares at least a little.

Not a comics fan, and I will probably watch this on TV eventually, but what annoys me is this: Only a fucking man would invent a female character where her blending-in identity is Hair Up and gettin-shit-done identity is Hair Down.

I thought my back troubles were just due to fatness, but apparently this happens to the fit and hot too?? I like her even more now.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve spotted a cute pair of shoes in a store, picked them up, and said, “Damn it, Jessica!”

She’s got the delivery and buzz words of a meteorologist perfectly, not to mention the body con dress!

Oof. Ladies. If true, that is no good.

Haha thanks

I had never seen the Delta one (I don’t like Schumer and so I’m sure I fast-forwarded through her episode more readily than other hosts), but Vanessa is hilarious in that. Thanks for posting.

I need our next president to be an actual bowl of oatmeal. I want to wake up in the morning without having to worry about what the oatmeal did. A mild scandal could break out when it’s revealed that someone tried to drizzle some maple syrup in it. “Did the oatmeal offend the leader of an important ally??” No. It just…

Sometimes, because we’re terrible, my Mr. Delicate and I will shout the end of a sad story in that throaty voice. “AND THEN THEY TOOK HIS FROZEN CORPSE OFF THE MOUNTAIN!”

I said in a reply to someone else that it really seems like every stumbled-over syllable is a deliberate choice, it doesn’t seem like she’s winging it at all.

Hahaha, right?? It’s so masterful, it’s like every stumble is in the script.