I’m sorry. I’m distracted by how alike Caitlyn Jenner and Janice Dickenson look alike.
Hello, again, you sweet, sweet angel faces. 2016 has been just the worst year ever, but here are some of the few…
Excuse you.
It’s a big step-up from being a burning bush.
This Body Bow appeared on that old ABC show American Inventor ten years ago and was called The Naughty Knot.
Kelly, we all know they are actual cousins. Let’s end the charade.
Personally, I’d like to see Blue Ivy marry Prince George so that someday Bey may be the British Queen Mother.
I have not looked at the internet for the past 24 hours or so. I’m sitting in an ICU watching my mother slip away, breath by breath. We are essentially on death watch. So finally, I pull out my laptop in a futile effort to distract myself and this is the first thing I see. GODDAMMIT ALL TO HELL, WORLD. I am so sick…
Reminds me of this. One of the funniest things I have seen on TV. Partly because Gladys reminds me so strongly of my (very funny and often tipsy) late grandma.
Don’t you be talkin’ bad about Patti’s pies!
Baseball is the only sport that actually looks like America.
This is the alternate timeline where Ivanka Spears and Jared Timberlake fall in love, which causes tension within Jared’s former boyband, N’Word.
But at least it allows you to pretend Mos Def is still a good rapper. I stopped checking for his stuff after The New Danger. I don’t even remember what his next album was called, but it should’ve been “Mos Def’s Greatest Hums Vol. I.”
I have two Sonja Morgan/Sex in the City’ish friends and I bought them both really cute condom compacts that come with a mirror inside just in case they need a quick touchup before a roll in the hay, although I suspect they’re actually just doing duck lips instead. LOL
According to many Orthodox Jews, there is no conflict between Israel and Palestine because there is no such thing as Palestine.
“While we’re out here throwing “direct shade,” I think I’ll enjoy a nice bowl of piping hot ice cream, followed by a refreshing bone-dry shower and call up the president-elect for a bit of moral guidance.”
Aren’t US ambassadorships traditionally given to out-of-touch rich persons? Pamela Harriman was essentially a courtesan to a string of high-powered men and she ended up ambassador to France.
I bet she cast a write-in ballot for Taylor Swift.