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I really want an update. I’d be so happy if she got an annulment. She would be saving herself from so much pain and further embarrassment. I really hope she sees this. This guy doesn’t respect her. I feel like he got shitfaced on purpose, and embarrassed her on purpose too.

My son, all of three and half years, has been bombarded nonstop with Cleveland Browns garb and trinkets since birth. In fact, I’m staring at a picture of him wearing a Browns shirt with a caption that reads “Browns Fan for Life.” He’s smiling now but won’t be in about five years. God damn, that is a depressing picture.

Did you hear the All Things Considered coverage of Bernie on Monday? He’s not doing as bad as well assumed he would be. So maybe?

I’m going to share because it made me happy! http://www.npr.org/sections/itsal…

I feel like if Trump’s hair was actually a cat, I would like him more.

I had my bridesmaids buy a dress in the right color, but one they could wear again to some other occasion. I didn’t actually care if they matched like clones - and of course, everyone’s interpretation of “emerald green” is different, but the only comment I heard from any of the guests was a remark about how clever I

I’m beginning to wonder if these companies just figure in these lawsuits as the cost of doing business and see the benefits of using songs outweighing the inevitable legal troubles. Beastie Boys had and still has a huge following and I wonder how much Monster drinks sold because of this song vs. the $1.7MM damages+

I’m starting to get the feeling that Yoko is really trying to get us all arrested, like that’s what her whole twitter feed is about.

I don’t believe for one minute that this is the bride’s first knowledge of this dude’s drunken behavior.

More than once, the “relationship experts” said they paired these two up because of their attractiveness. Even after they began fighting, and he was immediately becoming incredibly vicious and ugly toward her during any confrontation, Dr. Pepper (yup, f’real) kept emphasizing her hope that they would work out because

Running commentary in my head:

Why do some people relish making people relive something that horrifies them? Why?

If her uncles are anything like mine, SHE be a widow by now...

When I was really little, I was the flowergirl in one of my aunts’ weddings, and I caught the bouquet. I ended up dancing with a friend of my uncle’s who was probably in his mid-20s, but he was a good sport about it. I stood on his shoes and he spun me around, and I had a blast.

Probably something along these lines.

Would going in for the garter and coming out with a giant pair of granny panties be considered funny or unacceptable? I’m asking for a friend.

I think you’re being too generous to call this a lap dance. It’s a drunken idiot shuffle.

But the problem is: If you’re that much of an asshole, you’re not going to be self aware enough to know you’re the giant flaming mega-douche that you actually are. You think you’re awesome, and the world around you is filled with sniveling peons.

I have a mom like that. There’s no reasoning with the unreasonable and utterly delusional, because the person could turn on you forever for one ill-timed, well-intentioned intervention. Choices have to be made. I feel for Cliff and admire his resourcefulness. It feels shitty to be underhanded, but that’s a far better