If I was famous this would be my hobby. Bill Murray is my soulmate.
If I was famous this would be my hobby. Bill Murray is my soulmate.
I think of her as a cranky, alcohol-soaked, judge-y fashion grandma. I mean, I love her and most of her stuff. But when she speaks it's like, Oh, look, Nana got into the wine coolers again.
No matter how rich you become, please wear mermaid leggings.
They sure did. Lots of high school age guys do. I spent a year working at a high school an heard breasts much more often than boobs or tits.
I ... I think I'm one of those man-haters now.
my brain is in my butt.
Or you could go into the future where everyone is dressed like Samus Aran and no one can even tell what gender you are.
Yeah, there are a LOT of folks who seem to think that "free speech" means that you are legally obligated to say every foolish thing that comes into your stupid skull.
My brain literally cannot comprehend the people defending "free speech" when it encompasses people who violently (and sexually) threaten people like Anita Sarkeesian, or repost creep shots like Violentacrez.
"I'm starting to think we've conflated 'free speech' with 'freedom to bully without consequences.'"
Except that requires the bread to be fried. This is just soggy bread soaking in bacon grease. Texturally, that had to be horrible.
I have this dorky quesadilla maker that was a gift from my late grandmother. Last week I was really stoned making egg, salami, Jarlsberg quesadillas (fusion!) and at one point I bit into a really cheesy bit of salami. OR SO I THOUGHT.