Who exactly are you lashing out at?
Who exactly are you lashing out at?
I like a bit o’ Branston Pickle with a wedge of cheddar and toast points for elevensies.
I don’t watch reality tv so HELLO THERE to this Jax Taylor person. He foine.
I still don’t know what going on. What’s “woke?” What’s “Bae?” NO ONE WILL TELL ME!
OP said nothing about trans people, at all. caitlyn jenner has proven time and time again to be a right wing jerk who doesn’t care about anyone but herself and her politics are directly responsible for the harm of trans people.
Brody Jenner has to be graded on a curve because the worthless piece of shit that is Caitlyn Jenner raised him.
It’s actually quite tasty.
No, really. Really!
To be fair, I’d rather think about breakfast than the cluster that is the Brexit too.
immigrants dont even believe in breakfast
If you don’t want people trying to discern how your personal background has informed your writing, you can always make the decision to not put your products out there for sale.
For one, we learned that Ferrante’s collection of “autobiographical” essays coming out next month should be labeled as fiction, at least partially.
I’m glad he finally confirmed my suspicions! I was shocked at first to learn her identity, but after I went back and reread her books, I realized that Elena Ferrante’s writing style was exactly like Ashley Feinberg’s.
Who’s gonna pay for this wall?
Hyder told me one of his better characters was still active, and getting published (a male character, as it happens). I asked him to tell me where. He politely refused.
So, Marine Todd finally found love.
But how do I know “Anna Merlan” is real? 🤔
I realize this is completely orthogonal to the main throughline of the article, but hopefully I’ve built up enough goodwill with Jezzies to get a pass on that, so: when did ‘libertarian’ become synonymous with ‘neo-conservative’?
So Rachel Brewson, a woman who does not actually exist, broke up with a fictional guy over Donald Trump, a real guy, but one who seems like he should only exist in fiction.
3 mustangs and 2000 bystanders? May the odds be ever in your favor!