So let me get this straight...I mean correct...you spend the past year telling us that gender and sexuality is fluid, and when someone comes along that allows women the freedom to question their self-defined borders of their own sexuality, they are a bunch of goddamned disingenuous goofs.

This is so fucking slimy. How many more people are going to try and make a buck off a corpse?

Montreal has a community too...travelling shows, the whole shebang.

I would like to hit his balls out of his sand trap with a wedge.

First dress I tried on? 4grand. Second dress? 400$ and it was fucking GLORIOUS. I felt like a princess and I fucking hate princesses. It had an amazing everything and all exactly what I didn’t know I wanted. I found it in the shmatte district of my fair town at a warehouse sale. It was fucking perfect.

You sir/madame/fine person that you are, made me snort into my pinot gris for the first time today.

You win. Pooping in your pants always wins forever.

What do they do with the formerly current celebrity wax figures? Melt them down and make more current ones?

Boom.

But is it a sauce or a dry rub...

I have recently switched to Advil knock offs to fight hangovers because at the ripe old age of blahbidiblah, I found out it is easier on the liver.

I tried on a 4 000$ dress and it looked good. I then went to the shmatte district, found a wedding dress warehouse sale, tried on a ton of dresses and got the absolutely perfect-for-me dress right down to the fit. It was 400$. My second choice from that sale was 125$ and it too was perfect. I just went with the less…

Lesson learned: I need a fainting couch.

At 4 or 5, my youngest started calling it “two fire people walking on a flower sidewalk”. How she missed the multiple dicks and lobster claws is beyond me.

Wow - I had 11 stars on this at one point...I wonder if tptb start subtracting if you don’t make quota by week 2...

Yup. And I was surrounded by huge Nirvana fans/music snob musicians when this was all going down. I still blast Violet out my car windows and my kids know the words (well, most of them...) to Celebrity Skin. Those Nirvana cds are gathering dust.

Add this to the list - gah

I totally suck at petit pointe, mending, knitting for our poor soldiers overseas, playing the harpsichord, flirting from behind a fan, organizing my dance card and making blanc mange. Ladying, why so hard?

Theme resto - picture serving “wenches” (I freaking HATE that term) carrying laden platters through an overcrowded dining hall in order to serve at the table. The person at the left side table stands up and knocks into me, causing me to stumble and tilt the platter which I am carrying over my head. There was nothing I…

This was totally freaking fixed. That kid should have gone DOWN.