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Fuck nostalgia, it’s a low grade opiate that keeps people in line.

*COKE*COKE*COKE*

I loved last week’s classic line

20 years is all it takes to be iconic? I’m double iconic, plus 3.

lol ur the worst

Ooh, fluffy shag rug sounds good.

Seriously. Bring back Lynn Curtain and her grifting, porno family. I’d even take Gretchen.

When life gives you lemons, slice yourself open from ear to ear and slip those puppies under the chest muscle then sew that shit up with a needle and thread then prepare to AMAZE in your lowcut, knockoff contempo casuals complete with OC rictus grin!

Sir is a title, not a name, for chrissakes.

Uh, Becky tried to get cute on Instagram right after Lemonade dropped with some “good hair don’t care” bullshit, got dragged to hell and read for filth, and then deleted her Instagram citing “bullying.”

My in-laws, scratch that, my entire family treats me like a child because I don’t have children of my own. Forget that I’m in my mid-30s, I’ve been married for 12 years, bought a home, and have a successful career. Apparently I can’t officially be an adult or understand what it’s like to be a real adult until I’ve had

That steak, it’s well done, right? And if so, you’re a goddamn hero.

Canadians love Clamato juice as well. Our drinking preferences, in order, are: beer, Caesers, rum/rye and Coke/ginger, everything else.

My parents were so close! Had my brother when mom was 29. Had my sister when mom was 31. Looking pretty good!

I’m 40, married, with no children. It’s amazing how in 2017 I still get snide comments from people for choosing a life without kids (particularly from women of child bearing age). I’m selfish, my life has no meaning, and, by all accounts, I’ll have no one to care for me when I’m old. Even as a child growing up, I knew

This photo of Bledel shows more emotion than she ever did in the entirety of Gilmore Girls.

That’s another issue. No one knows why you laugh either. Probably demons trying to escape your body. Probably the devil.

“Would you like to smell the bottlecap, Sir? It’s the finest vintage Idaho.”

See, now two bottles of red is pushing it for me, but two bottles of rose, I’m like “Eh, I could still operate heavy machinery.”