I love how on Leah Remini’s new A&E show (and book and interviews, etc.) she keeps burning Tom Cruise. Do not fuck with Leah.
I love how on Leah Remini’s new A&E show (and book and interviews, etc.) she keeps burning Tom Cruise. Do not fuck with Leah.
Thanks, but I screwed it up. I should have said, “And how is his son Chet?” but I’m too drucking funk.
I thought he went by Chet Haze?
We usually do the whole kit & caboodle too, but the older one just got out of doggie hospital (he’s fine now, thank Dog) the day before, so until then we weren’t in too festive of a mood. By the time I even thought about cooking, the stores were a madhouse, so I just ordered pizza. I did at least have cranberry…
Perfect.
The dumpster fire that is 2016 rolls on. RIP. I spent many an afternoon after school watching Brady Bunch reruns.
I’m glad I’m not on Instagram. I would hate to have to post pics of myself eating reheated pizza and vodka and cranberry juice until I went to sleep. But the good news is there were no political arguments this Thanksgiving between me and the dogs! (I’m sure the little one voted for Trump, the bitch). #blessed
If she does go through with this, my distaste for her will dim to the fire of 999,999 suns.
Nigel deShitferBrains. So glad the British government told Evil Cheeto to mind his fucking business.
Upon hearing the news, the president elect scratched a name off his list of potential cabinet members and muttered, “dammit”.
Why not check them? If the results are the same, the right can go back to screaming SHUT UP WE WON to random Starbucks baristas and/or Broadway actors.
Nothing to do with this story, which is terrible if true; but I will never NOT laugh at that ridiculous picture.
Even a tonsil stone doesn’t want to be anywhere near him.
No, I heard Steve Apocalypse is the shoo-in for DoD.
God, can Ted Cruz ever catch a break?
A dinner party that includes Jon Hamm, Jack Nicholson and Kathy Griffin sounds like the 3rd circle of hell.