So much awkward.
So much awkward.
Belly? Hell no! Your hand gets shredded 9 times out of 10.
Our schools had Mardi Gras parades for K and 1st. Everyone made floats from a shoebox, glued a toy on it, and dragged them around the gym to the cheering of grandparents. It was so much fun.
All of Louisiana closed late Monday night. Worked out a lot better than other Southern states who pretended it would not be a goat rodeo. Worked out much better than the cluster****s all over the south.
Every time you lower the stupidity bar, Sarah Palin shimmies under yet again.
You forgot friendship bracelets. Making them was so addicting you got busted for weaving in class.
A pigeon can learn to peck the right symbol for a treat. Or to run for office.
“As I Lay Dying” by Faulkner turned into our favorite book in junior English. We delighted in the macabre dark humor, plus with Mississippi as a neighbor we knew well where Faulkner got his characters.
Stay classy, New Jersey!
Nothing says Jane Austen lover like ripping the pages out of her book to make a tots adorb purse.
You people do realize that there is an actual civil war in Syria, right? War crimes, genocide, massacres….McCain takes an awkward photo and that’s what bothers you?
Republicans are ridiculously bad at appealing to female voters. Palin & Bachman are dumb as a box of rocks, were we meant to vote for them on the basis of fertility?
Can we vote these words into the dictionary?
France is clearly planning to wipe out America with buttered fried cream filled pastry. You cannot defend borders from a Rascal!
There are more of us Never-Nudes than anyone realizes. Dozens!
Next election I will definitely be stealing yard signs for Buster’s doppelgänger and modifying them.
Of course he says his mistakes were “big”.