And ninjas. Really, this is what ninjas are for. Exactly.
And ninjas. Really, this is what ninjas are for. Exactly.
I have to say, it is in no way surprising to me that Donald tapped Piers to be a judge. Birds of an asshole feather stick together.
Don't you know that 35 is the new 17?
It sounds like she caught the flue.
Letting your kids believe in Santa:
you do realize Trump's hair is a missile defense shield and Piers is well not worth a missile.
I'm not sure - but when they opened the new WalmartS (folks in my town like to pluralize all the stores - WalmartS, BelkS, etc) they shut down my high school so everyone could attend the grand opening. Walmart is to NE Texas what all the hip and happening clubs are to NYC.
Last March I guess people became infatuated with some guy at one of the shell stations in town. Went to go see who it is and was disappointed by the lack of taste in my town.
I am actually a sentient gif of Tom Hiddleston.
Why don't they just put women in the cargohold with the rest of the property and be done with it?
Really, i could care less what he said Americans, but holy shit - "you can smell black people coming"? That is racist as fuck.
There's actually a pretty interesting reason why the worst luck possible is a small blonde woman (the opposite of the best luck, a tall dark man). The traditions that turned into Hogmanay in Scottland were originally introduced by the Vikings who, in addition to importing festive customs, were also pretty busy raiding…
There is the grape thing in Brazil too. And different colors underwear for different things - white for luck, red for passion, pink for love, yellow for money, and so on.
I'm tired of finding new reasons to be annoyed with my mother-in-law, but raising her son to believe that Hamburger Helper=real cooking continues to make me nutty. I made lightened up chicken fried rice for dinner...from scratch, everything fresh. Which is how I cook 98% of the time! My husband objected because, "What…
I once drew my ex's face on a pumpkin and ran over it with my friend's car until it was pulp. One of her best ideas ever. It was extremely cathartic.
I've been meaning to write Evil Ex's name on a piece of paper and burn it, to spiritually cleanse myself of him. So I guess today is the day to do it, huh?
I actually made resolutions this year!
Since I'm still extremely pissed off and saddened by this, I can't enjoy the party I'm at without expressing my feelings first. I wrote out an open letter:
Gaze upon this picture, dear readers, and witness the best summation of how restaurants feel about their employees…