Oh, I'm sure there are 1000 other photos she's not photobombing. I think everyone probably laughed at this and moved on. She's the silly friend.
She can sit by me.
I didn't think this would be that bad, but when I clicked over I startled so bad I jumped back and peed a little and then snort-laughed for five minutes until I drooled. My dog thinks I have lost my mind.
Oh me too. Those checkered green polyester pants.
OMG that choreography. We used to have a dance studio in town that had the kids perform at every festival and street fair. The choreography was hip-thrusting, booty-shaking strip-club-lite...and these were little girls, like 7-12 years old, all dressed in mini-skirts and boas and sequins. It was so bad.
My dog is a poop-eating savant. She can find any cat poop or pointy bone shards within 5 miles and gobble them up instantly.
Oh 2007 was the worst. My sister died, the guy I was dating broke up with me because he couldn't handle me being so despondent, my mom had a heart attack and I worked for a monster. I literally counted the days til Dec. 31 so I could wish that one good riddance.
OMG please no. A woman can only take so much!
I'd rather trust science than "Some reviews on Amazon." But your mileage may vary.
I have thought a lot about this. I would be fine with wearing a uniform every day, as long as it was comfy - like back in the Mao days when most Chinese people wore those baggy pants and jackets. Fine. Less to worry about.
I don't think there is any clinical evidence of its efficacy.
Yes, which is why I love Dave Barry's story about going to pick his kid up in the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile from middle school. He KNEW how mortifying it would be, and so he just couldn't wait to do it.
Teenagers are dicks, generally. God knows I was. I'm just ashamed that in my case, it lasted well into my 20s.
I saw a blue person at the car wash the other day. Not as bad as that guy, but a definitely grey-blue look. Freaked me right out. I don't think I'd ever risk it because once you turn blue, there's no going back.
I'm in the opposite situation. Waiting for menopause. My last period was in mid-October, so when I got mine this morning, I yelled "NOOOOOO!."
I like to make pistachio-cranberry biscotti, so they have the red/green thing going on. I also love real shortbread - just flour, butter, sugar in 4:2:1 proportions.
Rule #1 of comedy: Be funny. Mohn wasn't funny, so she didn't have to laugh.
Most dogs won't howl without some trigger - whistling, sirens, other dogs howling. On the other hand, my dog will bark at any damn thing - a leaf, the wind, god knows what.