But the scene where Austin Powers kept running into the walls while trying to do a 3 point turn in a golf cart, because the tunnel was too narrow, actually WAS hilarious.
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So the Trumps being bad at voting is one of those non-scandal scandals that doesn’t really affect policy in any way, and yet, it still manages to be an indictment of our eroding society in way that Obama’s “comparable” scandals weren’t (i.e. spicy mustard, tan suit, bowing to a robot). The first family not knowing how…
Donald Faison, after his contributions to humanity in the form of DuJour, will do whatever he wants, as far as I’m concerned.
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Black person here, speaking on behalf of myself and of no other black person. I personally think it’s okay to dress as a specific character or person. Dress up in the clothes and accessories that define that character/person without adding skin color changes (makeup, paint, etc.). Where the line is drawn for me is…
Huh, my favourite magician has always been Harry Houdidn’tgrabmyass.
Co-signed.
Gasp! The Clinton Campaign paid for opposition research? OMG! Say it isn’t so! Next you are going to tell me that there is no Santa Claus!
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I think everyone is great in their roles, but Cynthia Nixon is the “best actor.” She was a huge theatre actor before SATC and after. And as much as people like to shit on Carrie, if SJP didn’t have a fuck ton of charisma, the show wouldn’t have worked at all.
My freshman year of college, I attended a small women-only liberal arts college in Virginia (it’s gone co-ed in the last few years, but at this point it wasn’t). I’m from California and was a little worried about being alone on my own so far from home, so I requested a room in the dorms’ No Man Hallway. The other…
I started babysitting at age 13 in the early 1990s. I freaked myself out so many times, just being young and into reading horror fiction, and staying at houses on the outskirts of the small town where there were fewer streetlights. So I have many overactive imagination stories, but this is one I still wonder about
When my older brother (let’s call him Rafael) and I were in college, my mom and dad moved out of our childhood home and into a much nicer house in a city about 30 miles away. Both my brother and I ended up going to school locally, so I would come visit some weekends but my brother moved back home after he got sick…
This is a little more creepy/disturbing than scary, but it’s something that still gives me chills when I think about it (and I try not to think about it very often). Note: All names have been changed.
Not scary, but still…
I have to claim PTSD on this one, I never actually realized what happened until years later. I was 17, pregnant, going to school full time and working two jobs. I took the city bus every day from my community college to first job, around 12 every day. My bus driver was adorable-definitely a Grandpa-type, friendliest…
I have never seen a ghost. I have not received repeated phone calls from disconnected numbers. Weird things do not generally happen to me.
It’s lame that y’all were just trying to get sexy and she was messing up the vibe. But I appreciate that she’s still warning women about ain’t shit fuckboys from beyond the grave. She a real one.
So when I was around 6 years old I slept with this old, mustard yellow blanket. And every night I would have a dream about a monster that would creep into my room, stop at the end of my bed, and eat the blanket. In the morning the blanket was gone, when I got home from school the blanket was back. This went on for…