who's playing R. Kelly?

The Smith children are proof that no one should be allowed to have an opinion in public until they are at least of age. It is really is unfair to them that we all got to be stupid in notebooks of bad poetry that are now gathering dust in our parent's attics, and they are famous enough to be taken seriously.

I had to read this headline three times because my brain was reflexively trying to rearrange "fat-fighting caffeine panties" into a phrase that actually made sense.

Aspirational. I don't care. I love it.

I love everything about this except that the lighting and perspective on the image isn't right.

Bloody hell, apparently nothing brings out the trolls like an obese woman with a positive body image. (I can spot a concern troll at a 100 yards - my mother is their queen.)

Ugh, well here goes nothing:

"She opened her top and showed them her boobs, which Jennifer says were completely covered in 'the most beautiful angels and beautiful butterflies and baskets of flowers in pastel-colored tattoos.'"

I can feel some sympathy for her for wanting to wear pants, but she went with jeans. Red or not, male or female, you don't wear jeans to prom! A line must be drawn. Again, to clarify: pants are okay, jeans are not.

Check out Dr. yaba Blay's http://prettyperiod.me/ The descriptions reads "A visual tribute to brown skin. A visional testament to Black beauty. A vision board for healing." It's an amazing project.

The only thing mentioned here that existed when I was a kid was the regular-sized Pixy Stix (at least, I don't remember anyone having the giant ones). More often, like at Halloween or whatever, we had this:

We got my (then) 10 year old son a set of snap circuits for Christmas a couple years ago. He never really played with it, but but his sister did (then 8). Last year for Christmas we got her the snap circuits deluxe set of her own for Christmas, and of all the things she got, she keeps coming back to that. I would…

Even I can sit for hours and play with Magna Tiles. Not cheap, but worth the cost.

You know what kills MY boner?

It could just be pregnancy hormones causing that.

Tastes like Palestinian tears, if you're into that sort of thing.

Oh my god at church camp in middle school they always called these "horse baths" and I never understood why. It all makes sense now.

I shower a different amount of times than everyone else here, and I think we should fight to the death about it.

What Chewbacca is wearing this Winter.