No one can hear you fart. Or smell it.
No one can hear you fart. Or smell it.
Yeeaah, plus it hasn’t been a particularly good year for women. Light is being drawn to women’s issues, which is great, but until there’s tangible change things are exactly the same as they always were.
“In space no one can hear you scream”
Ha! Eh, I kinda agree, but it was the only place people were more social- but that may very well lie in the fact that my comment game has gone south in the post-Richard Lawson years
seconded, it was the only place I really commented regularly here since about 2007
That and they didn’t keep the temperature in the office at the comfy men’s temp of 57 degrees.
Wait! We have free range coke now? If it’s better than the artisanal coke i’ve been getting i better call my guy.
“Glam hooker”
i am beginning my personal transformation into a lifestyle blogger as we speak
I think it’s more sad than anything. Both a sad level of self-involvement and a sad undergirding of self-loathing.
Jealous looks.
Colonics, laser treatments, and semi-stressful massages have to be the least-awesome possible justification for this sentence:
Jia, after this and the MoonJuice lady, can you make this a regular feature pls.
banned dairy, gluten, sugar, alcohol, coffee, and “pretty much any of my other favorite foods.”
She forgot the most important ingredient of all. Cocaine. Seriously, she’s like Gwenyth Paltrow on steroids. Organic, free range, fair trade steroids.
“detox/overall good-common-sense program”
They got the VHS visual texture just right. Well done!
Yeah, next thing you know there’ll be revenue sharing!
Rugby does this, the “penalty try,” and it really helps clean up play near the try line.