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The "friends" in #1 & 2 are NOT friends. I fail to differentiate between the two far too often too, but holy hell, it sure *should* be easy - step one: ask, do they make me happy or miserable to be around? step two: ask, do their actions show that they care about my happiness or don't give two shits about how I feel?

The good doctor is right, get her a vibe - something non-threatening like the little pink bullet ones. I speak from experience, having furnished both my younger sisters (10 and 15 years younger) with them, and a number of their girlfriends too. I was way to embarrassed to buy something like that as a teen, and the

Oh yeah, they'll totally be dancing the night away.
Wait, did I say dancing? I meant posing. Clearly only dressed for posing.

He's becoming Jack Sparrow!

This is what my uncle wore for casual Fridays in the mid80s.

This is pretty much the most boring shit ever.

Everything about this look is good.

Tying up your top is not for leather, Nononono.
100% olive leather is also not for Spring. Nonono.

This should be a loathsome mess, but it actually comes together into something that works.

My little sister had a barbie in the early 90s who had this dress.

That's some bad pleather right there.

What the train wreck is happening here?

I mean, I'm a huge fan of lounge wear, but I'm pretty sure even I could draw the line at wearing it on the red carpet.

Miami Vice called to give notice of copyright infringement...

It's awkward, looks like he's with his daughter.

Diapers are very rarely a good look.

Sex with a 14 year old student is rape. This headline is dangerous, beginning the inevitable bullshit slide toward blaming this 14 year old. Call it rape, keep the focus on the adult and his criminal actions.

SO much yes... except that since that bullshit racist Ranger shit, I've written him off. He's done what so many dudes do - become assholes and they grind through middle age. Sad too, cause I like 'em older.

I just particalized hummus in the process of distributing it across my desk. Thank-you, I think...

Oh god. He's where I live. Thank god he's out in the burbs. Imma need a bigger fence.