UK-baited, once again.
UK-baited, once again.
PJ Harvey is rocking the Prancercise look.
I was like, “Is that the Detroit People Mover behind him?” Then I thought, “Nah, he’s British.” Then I realized that British people were perfectly capable of going to Detroit. Then I thought, “Well that was dumb of me.” Then I completely lost interest and…
Blaze being Blaze.
I couldn’t figure out why the hair on your private parts would be called “public” hair. Luckily I figured it out before I became a teen (“No! You can only see the hair. What’s underneath is private! What do you take me for?”)
I agree with most of these (ok, all), but it’s always important to note that it’s often about preference. I’m a straight up, no apologies introvert, but I’ve spent most of my career as a trainer extroverting my ass off 8 hours a day. And if I could simply collapse on the floor after the last student left, I would. But I enjoyed it while it was happening. It just isn’t how I PREFER to expend my energy. Training itself is exhausting but people looking me all day, having to immediately process their comments and spit out a response was the worst. But I value it and enjoy it. I’d just rather be watching Netflix alone.
My father’s birthday is May 16th. I know because called me to remind me to call him on May 16th to wish him a happy birthday. Then I’ll call him and he won’t be home. So I’ll leave a message. Then I’ll get a sad call at 11:59p asking me if was OK because I didn’t call him on his birthday. Then I’ll ask whether he listened to his messages. And he’ll say, “No, I didn’t think to do that.” Oh, what fun. It happens every year.
This should not have even gone to trial. His hotness is well-precedented and was upheld in the 2010’s Me vs. My Sister Who is Obvious Blind.
I don’t know what horrifies/impresses me more, the quiet girl’s technique (and I wish I could thank her for bringing my middle school fantasies to life) or the bully’s ability to take a punch. That girl’s got a stunt woman career in her future. My fear is that this will go beyond the lockeroom and the quiet one will have to watch her back for years to come.
So, if he’s not lying, he the world’s worst boyfriend. And that pulling the plug part is hilarious. He makes it sound like she was lucid enough to have full on conversation with him about it. “So, babe. Do you think I should totally die today or what?”
They all look like those aliens in the Twilight Zone episode, “Eye of the Beholder.” (“No change!” Gasp!)
I love it when they jump in each other’s faces and scream, “Yeah, now what? Now what? Uh, huh. Talk that mess now. Now what, huh?” I want to do that at work sometimes. Boss: I thought you were going to send that email out.
Me: I did.
Boss: I didn’t see it.
Me: (goes back to desk, opens sent folder, resends email, wants so desperately to write, “Yeah, now what? Now what? Uh, huh. Talk that mess now. Now what, huh?”
Larry Potash WGN Chicago. Funny, smart, and cute. Love him!
“If you wear your glasses every day,” said my mother told a sweet, gullible 3-year-old who knew nothing of science, “You won’t have to wear them when you grow up.” LIAR!
Talk about “slut shaming.” Old Burton is a hapless drunk looking for love while trying to tame a wildflower, but Liz is a wanton, old-timey, “How dare you wear white?”, adulterous whore. But the real tragedy is that Connie Francis doesn’t “dig European men.”
Never noticed the resemblance to Tom Hardy. Yum.
Something is about to pop off. In the second picture, Judi Dench is getting the stank eye.