This weekend, the New York Times published two laughably conflicting articles about California—one from the Style…
This weekend, the New York Times published two laughably conflicting articles about California—one from the Style…
This is exactly how I developed an eating disorder when I was a teen. I was the chunky girl in my middle school class and was criticized for it when I turned in my food log for my 8th grade health class. I wore a juniors size 13 then. Being an impressionable and self conscious teen, I stopped eating all together. By…
I can understand the school’s concern, you gotta watch out for that cookie use.
This mom should be shamed because they weren’t Double Stuf.
I mean, I try not to be That Guy about most nerdrage-y things, but “I AM DAENERYS TARGARYEN” is like 60% of her fucking lines.
KHALEESI IS A TITLE. BARACK OBAMA’S NAME IS NOT “PRESIDENT.”
Same as a lot of rich people, popped out of the right womb.
I got married in Vegas in a dress off the clearance rack from Torrid.
So, is anyone going to point out to the girl in the header ad that the reason “dainty” Jean gets so many dates is that she’s clearly slamming ass* all over town? How are so many men noticing her pure panties?
Little Ceasar’s is a deadly weapon. I wouldn’t feed it to someone else (pretty sure that is against the Geneva Conventions), but I have threatened to eat one of their bacon-wrapped abominations before going over to a friend’s place. I essentially held their bathroom hostage, and they had no choice but to meet my…
IT WAS HOLLISTER AND THAT PINK HAIR WAS COOL
I’m a little late but here goes. I worked in a Gay Dennys in Arizona and soon after gay marriage became legal, I had the most adorable elderly couple of men, one white, one black. They were seated at the counter and had on these beautiful leis. I asked if I could feel the real flowers and asked what the occasion was.…
Would you like some Horsey sauce?
One of those ferris wheels is gonna break off its foundations and roll down the boardwalk like a quarter, whirl around on its edge before crashing to a halt and kill countless people.
I’ll never tell.
Pretty sure Wildwood is Satan’s asshole. Fuck Wildwood.
“...mothers beating their sloppy looking children”. Is this a lost lyric from Springsteen’s Born To Run?
It may have sounded harsh, but that one guy has a point: stretch marks are a terrible design choice for a bikini. Stick with classical solid colours, or try a digital print, or — if you’re feeling a little retro — stripes or polka-dots.
That was the most delightfully tacky store when I was in junior high. We didn’t have a VS back then so your “sexy” outfit would be some kind of black plastic trash bag fabric fashioned to be a mini skirt or bras made of lace so cheap that it hurt your skin. Lace that hurt.