Exactly! Almost no one uses that version of “lousy” anymore, like “My Great-Aunt Velma’s house is lousy with cats—shit you not, she has NINETEEN of them!”

Uber’s app makes it damn-near impossible to tip, and most drivers won’t take cash tips.

I was just watching this video— Dolly, Emmylou, and Linda doing an old Carter family number. Such an incredible trio.

“In hindsight, a few of the thoughts I shared, while well-intended, may have come across as more motherly than what they would expect from their state representative,” she wrote. “If anything I said offended them or made them feel uncomfortable, I apologize.”

They are unicorns. And just like being a swinger, very hard to find

Well, yes and no... you can’t force attraction. Trust me. I’ve tried. But the problem comes when attraction is tied to the solely visual and, more than that, solely cultural standards. If you can only find people who are in magazines or on your tv beautiful you’re gonna be disappointed.

I just meant we’re starting to hit the milestones. I believe the brain is still developing until the early 30s. We expect people to make important, life-changing decisions way before then. I don’t know why marriage shouldn’t be looked at the same way.

Oh and....they all cry. The women always start crying.

I keep telling people.... I’m never going to meet anyone, every time I think I meet someone decent, I get fucked over.

*queue

But this is exactly the entitled attitude that this piece shows is bogus. You’re acting the same wqay that some of these guys are: the idea that there’s no one good out there. It’s the OTHER gender’s fault and not your own.

I imagine a prolapse with rice would look something like a Hostess Zinger....

no....its my song

Some years back there was a salmonella outbreak where the source had been narrowed down to onions, jalapenos, or tomatoes. I’d had a weeks-long craving for homemade guacamole and pico de gallo, so finally I went charging into the grocery store all I AM NOT AFRAID OF THE THINGS THAT PLEASE ME, bought all my shit, made…

It’s like they told an alien what a woman looks like over the phone.

Everytime I hear her speak i get chills. Even as a little girl. Its like I knew her voice in a past life...? Anyhow listening for that long had me in tears. What makes this really crazy is that while i love her and her music, I am not a huge fan. I don't give her a lot of thought until I HEAR HER DARN VOICE. That…

Coat of Many Colors, schlocky as it seems, is genius songwriting.