My former roommate desperately wanted a book club. She chose Love in a Cold Climate for the kick-off. One person showed up, and I had to because I lived there. I tried to read the book, but it wasn’t my bag. After the 2 of us got absolutely shitfaced on the bottles of wine she bought, my roommate admitted she didn’t…
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I agree. It’s a missed opportunity. I think most will just say, “you know...Emma Watson’s online book club.”
It’s not a good name. Makes me think 1970s self help books or elementary school getting your period videos. The Emma Watson/Hermione-related suggestions were the most clever and funny, but maybe she didn’t want the name to be focused on her.
Somewhere in my parents basement is a red, padded CASSETTE carrying case full of early 90s musical nostalgia and now I want it. I’m talking SWV, Arrested Development, Jade, Naughty By Nature, TLC, Paula, Janet, Mariah, Boyz II Men, Madonna, the list goes on. Also, an embarrassingly well worn single of Snow’s…
She was a on The Bachelor and he hosted Abby’s Ultimate Dance Competition. I only know that because he went to my school. He was kind of a douche.
Not yet! But it so easily could be. I propose calling it “Guess The Fuck”.
It is so scrumptious. A former coworker of mine made an amazing caramel cake that she would bring in for our office on special occasions and the first time I tasted it I nearly cried. It was that good.
OMG...Patti caramel cake. I can’t believe I just wished there was a Wal-Mart near me for the only time ever.
If it is an article related to politics, economics or current events, always 3-5. Unless it is health care or mass shooting related, then looking at 1-2. Where it gets tricky is with sports, celebrity and other completely unrelated subjects. On an article about “deflategate” it took about 15, but I'll be damned if…
Same here...usually. Sometimes when I’m bored at work I like to play a game with myself where I read an article on Yahoo and then guess how many comments until a “Thanks Obummer!” pops up.
Good. Maybe the racists will go there, date each other, and spare the rest of us singletons from at least one unpleasant withheld profile factoid.
My trusty hangover helper is lots of water, a large Gatorade, steak burrito, a bottle of Coke, and pot.
Those TMZ source(s) sure have specifics on Rob’s diagnosis! You’d think someone in the family is feeding them news!
Avoid justice, sure? I guess you can’t really can't avoid the Noid.
Google “Prince Charles tampon.” Or don’t.
In the 80s we would visit my cool aunt and her apartment complex had Tab in the pool area pop machine. I thought I was pretty rad drinking it. My cat’s name is Tabby. I’d probably wear this sweatshirt now.
As the aunt to twin toddlers, I’m partially inclined to agree. I’ve seen/smelled/been covered in some truly vile shit that I’d like to forget. I’m also not opposed to raunchy sexy talk. But Prince Charles+sex+tampons? I just can't...
Changing a diaper is not as gross as telling your mistress you want to be reincarnated as her tampon. Just sayin’.