"I imagine it'd be more like a balloon."
"I imagine it'd be more like a balloon."
I think the term should be Cindarella Boobs, because they last for one night, and then the carriage shrinks back to its original size.
So basically Mrs. Potato Boobs?
What I have always wanted, as a triple D and beyond:
Hey, did you hear about Kim Kardashian's butt on the cover of Paper magazine?
Her joyfulness is pretty wonderful, isn't it? Weirdly, it's not the nakedness that make the pictures worth looking at—what makes them so compelling is the fact that she's clearly having enormous, mischievous fun. It's oddly charming.
I'm digging her playful expressions. Fully nude with sheer joy across her face, instead of her typical fuck-me-face she makes in photos (or she is told to make - I don't know who is in charge).
Vaseline Chibatta Fluffy Princess.
Oh boy! Do I have stories! However I doubt there is enough bandwidth to go through them all. There is one where the girl I was dating was a prostitute (I was young enough to think massage therapist actually meant massage therapist) and I ran for the hills when I had to sit with her pimp, drinking tea, whilst she…
Holy shit.
My freshman year of college, I made the mistake of dating a very serious born-again Christian. (I was raised both Catholic and Unitarian Universalist, I'm not sure what he was doing in the relationship either.)
I'd say worse. A post it has taken effort to write. A text message includes things like "UR NT WAT I WNT IN A BF"
I once had a huge breakup fight with my boyfriend over hamburger helper. He wanted me to get up and get an additional fork instead of sharing his and for some reason I refused.
My naive 18-year-old self wasn't the best at separating a guys interest in dating me with his interest in sleeping with me. I was also a virgin, or at least I was until I started hanging out with my manager from work. Since he was my manager, our hooking up was hush, hush.
Breakups are responsible for some of the world's best pop songs and worst poetry. And most memorable stories.
On Gawker this morning they mentioned that he also wrote a book called Rag Doll. Here's the summary on Amazon:
because if we can't make fun of women, comedy ceases to exist?
Is there steak in that?
I explained to him that filet mignon is a steak, a very nice cut of beef. This guy actually argued with me, causing a big scene.
Even though it seems like she really loves her daughter, she deserves a ton of money given the blatant malpractice.