We are very different people, then. I read way too many V.C. Andrews novels as a child to just close a porn of my cousin.
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Who else could I have confirmed it with? I was fucking flabbergasted. I needed someone else to tell me I wasn't crazy.
I came across a porn starring one of my cousins, not too long ago. My sister confirmed, however squeamishly, that it was indeed her - her voice is unmistakable - add to that her teeny frame, long naturally blonde hair, and the dates coinciding with her stay at college in the late 90's-early aughts - it comes together.
Calling him "bud/buddy" was my clue it was Northern US/Canadian.
Khloe and Kourtney Take My Butthole.
a-fucking-men.
You've basically described my dream job. Sketch comedian by night - assassin by later-night.
The video quality, as compared to the dance ability showcased, is severely lacking. But it's blurry enough that I could imagine the husband as Justin Baldoni (Rafael on Jane the Virgin), and that's a plus in my books.
The guys who bullied me for being practically untouchable (in the bad way) in middle and high school now fall over themselves to try and take me out. Sometimes karma isn't a bitch, but I gotta say, it is fun to smile incredulously at them, and laugh in their dumb faces.
Add to that list the slinky nighties she wears throughout, the gaudy costume jewellery - her "lavaliers" - and the copious amounts of gin she consumes throughout - if I wasn't that woman in a past life, well then, I just don't know what.
Frances Conroy as Mrs. P + Patti Labelle as Dora = now. please.
Gah, I realize that what you're saying is absolutely true, and it's even more depressing than just regular ol' racism. Eugh.
Story time: My ex had a cousin, lets call him Robbie (because that's his actual name). Robbie was the sort of fellow who thought very highly of himself, and not so highly of other people - black people in particular. Robbie would use racist slurs, and attempt to tell stories about how he "dealt with them" back home…
One would assume not...
As a redhead I'm not sure about this colour. The ad campaign that Pantone is running for it has a woman with red hair, but she is never one of the models wearing the colour, suspiciously enough.
The season finale had me in literal tears, though, letsbehonest. My god. Shellfish allergy, condom-gate, smokin' a doobie, adrenaline shot. It was all just too much while simultaneously not being enough.
This makes me think of all-woman submarine crews. Which makes me think of Y The Last Man. Which makes me happy, but also sad, because I just finished it, and now I want more.
This is a place-holder compared to the stuff he has done in past years. I'm angry that Swift is the best part of this song.