“Et tu, you little motherfucker?,”
wheremyhotsauce
wheremyhotsauce
Here’s what Laura Hillenbrand has to say-
My wheelchair frenchie Bunny stole the show...
"Who the fuck can't tell the difference between Teriyaki and Szechuan Chicken? My wedding is ruined."
This didn't happen to me exactly, but it's still pretty awesome. So my aunt was getting married (c.1982), a few years before I existed, and her wedding color was a light mauve. She picked out nice mauve invitations with dark text which were surprisingly elegant considering it was the early 80s. She gave them to her…
"Here's to honor: Get honor, and stay honor."
I'm giggling so much over that toast.
Hahahaha. The toast is amazing.
My husband died. I moved on eventually. Some British nobleman tried wooing me. I fell for him. We boned in a Liverpool hotel. He asked me to marry him. I said no, and then cut my hair short.
He had a bipolar episode. The symptoms had been mounting but I hadn't seen them since I didn't know what to look for. He told me about his history where his family and therapists believed he was bipolar, but he didn't, and he stopped taking his medication before we even began dating so I thought he was fine.
But what if your rapist's baby comes out ugly? WHAT THEN, BRIAN KURCABRA????
God it's a wonderful thing to drive a Subaru.
That's so sweet
Alfred ToxoplasMorris
Fortunately, Cutler is immune to criticism. Unlike his kids, who aren't immune to a goddamn thing.
Listen, last month you overhauled your entire comment system to prevent people from posting stomach-churning images of overweight whores shoveling a bunch of diarrhea into their mouths, and now you're doing it yourselves? Make up your mind!
You're being a little bit rough on Goodell. Non-profit management is a tough industry, with long hours and little pay. People go into it because of an instinct for public service, not some inflated ego or sense of self-aggrandizement.