YEP. 

Question: why on earth do the super rich need a wedding registry? Why not request that their guests donate to a charity or just say something like, “no gifts, thank you, we’re fine?” When The Madman and I got hitched, we requested donations to an animal rescue in lieu of gifts, as we already have everything we need,…

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I was born and raised in Italy, and I have given up with the “correct pronunciation in Italian restaurants” thing. Trust me, I know how to say bruschetta and burrata and guanciale properly, but bottom line, the person waiting on me doesn’t give a fuck. It doesn’t matter how high-end the restaurant is, there’s no way…

I am one of those parents who would give anything for one more day with my kid, and I hope these parents die alone, screaming, and in agony. Fuck. Them. 

Right, like I’m not embarrassed for her, but I grit my teeth and make a really bad face when I read about anything that she’s said/done. Kind of like the Chrissy Tiegen Oscars face.

Is there a word for second-hand cringing? Because I’m not quite embarrassed for her, but I sure as shit cringe at just about everything she does.

Bella Thorne seems exhausting.

“Ol Screw Eyes” is really the cherry on top of this graphic.

Correction: An earlier version of this story identified a talk show host as Jimmy Kimmel. He is in fact Jimmy Fallon, a different white man.

This case just proved the European authorities are not above falling for corruption as well

I was going to read the whole NYT article, but just the snippets alone gave me Affluenza Fatigue. I just can’t with this kind of B.S., not now, when the world is (literally and figuratively) burning down around us. I can’t even look at it as fun escapism.

Suck it Gwyneth. Nobody cares.

Um...Fences? That’s the only one I can think of off the top of my head with absolutely zero research and/or internet sleuthing.

Welp, Huge Ackman, you can just fuck right off. And for good.

I don’t put ricotta (or meat) in my lasagne, I use bechamel.  Think it would still work? 

Oh, god, that was almost better than sex. This sentence alone was better than some foreplay I’ve had:

Seconded!  Aerie regularly has insane sales (think 10 pair for $30) and they have all kinds of different styles and sizes.  I’m not a small girl, and I have big hooters - too big for VS, and even their bras are a delight. AND they have great sales on those, too.  The last time I bought bras from Aerie, I got 4 for…

Vanessa Marcil and Bryan Austin Greene? Did...did we step into a time machine?

Agreed.  And I’m similarly built, although shorter, and if my SO let me leave the house looking like I’m smuggling hams, that’d be the end of it for him.