SUPER HOT? Um, no.
SUPER HOT? Um, no.
These were all great photos, but I found the Beauty Clinic shot especially captivating.
I don’t care WHO sells them I am not wearing elastic waist shorts unless I’m going swimming or to the gym.
Otherwise known as a happy day!
Oops. Stupid stuck U.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YO RANDY? JUST SPIDERS????? I mean, living by the woods, I have spiders in my house all the time. ONE, TWO in the toilet before I’m going to use it? I can deal and not freak. THEN it’s JUST spiders. THIS IS ON A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. (Note, I added the H so it wouldn’t look like I was just copying craigc5.) Also? NOPENOPENOPENOPE
I know, I know, he’s supposed to be funny….but I just don’t get Schwartzman. I just don’t.
Yes, those eyes melt my black black heart.
Really? We’re supposed to be miffed at a randomly-generated flight boarding code? What if I draw 7 different tiles on my turn in Scrabble that spell H-A-T-E-G-A-Y? Should I contact Hasbro Toys and express my concern, nay, my hurt fee fees? Oy.
I want to marry this man.
Ooooo, here’s an idea! Why not hire MORE THAN ONE? You could have, um, more than one black woman of note represented in a sketch at a time! Like, hey! Oprah and Beyonce together! Whoopi Goldberg and Rihanna! On and on and on.
Well, thank goodness they photoshopped her. She looked so fat before. ::eyeroll::
Oof, the level of Instagram in some of these photos is painful.
I’m sorry…what exactly is a homosexualist? Also, if I die in a car crash, I think it would be spectacular if my heart were burned. That’s the only way to ensure I won’t come back, is to burn my heart or cut off my head.
Whatevs. Her boyfriend is kinda cute. AND IF SHE LIKES HIM, AIN’T THAT ALL THAT MATTERS?
Well, yes. Because, why not?
Y’know, I reread this and wanted to post how I HATE Andrea Minichiello Williams, but…I don’t. I really don’t. I think she’s sad and narrow-minded, and I pity her for her myopic focus on oppressing people like me. But, because I actually DO believe in God as a loving God, and was raised by two wonderful parents (Shocker! I had a non-absent Dad!) to love other people…I just cannot hate her, no matter how many of the tired old lies about gay people she likes to sing. My life is too good and I’m way too happy to let people like these activists get me down.
“It’s another secret that American activists don’t like to tell is that NAMBLA, the North American Man-Boy Love Association, used to march in gay pride parades.” Well, yeah. Maybe they did, and we don’t like to acknowledge them in any way that could lump them in with us, because pedophilia is actually a sickness stemming from wanting intercourse with a non-consenting person. To further counter your hate speech, I was not “made” gay. No one touched me, abused me, ignored me, smothered me, or whatever other stereotypical assumptions you have about my existence, LaBarbarella (I know it’s wrong, but I like it better this way). I was born, I had a trauma-free childhood, I hit puberty and BAM no attraction to girls. Who “made” me gay? Look, just give me the right to live as an adult in a mutually-consenting relationship with one other adult, and I’ll JOIN you in fighting any normalization of pedophilia, mmmkay?
“Run! They have a tank!” “But…but…BUNNY!”
Yeah, um, this episode ruled. My husband, on pins and needles the whole time, was excitedly spouting expletives because he was so wrapped up in the story. (Although, proclaiming the episode is ‘the worst’ could just be trolly click-baiting, so there’s that. :) )
Wow. LOVE this woman.
Ahhhh, yes. When I had long hair (otherwise known as the magical time called When I Still Had HAIR) a female friend of mine in college decided it would be fun to try to straighten it using her flat iron. She squeeeeeeeezed that thing onto my hair and pullllllllled for ten to fifteen minutes on one swath of hair. And when she finally got to the ends and released the flat iron? SPROIIIIING! Curly! Now the only curl is in my beard, and it allows me to carry things as it’s like face velcro.
Can I say yum to the last one? It feels wrong of me to say yum to that.
Hrm. One of the 2 characters (with Stewie, natch) that I could even be bothered to watch.
#3? Still totally recognizable as a TV.
Dangit! Luckily, I’ve had the fortune of staying with a close friend in Queens the last 2 times I’ve visited NYC, and rode past 5 Points literally dozens of times between the two trips. I’m so glad to have been able to observe it as much as I did, and wish I’d seen it up close.
Hey, I don’t think most of these are that bad, especially the ones who attempted to include the…um…fjords? up top. And #15 doesn’t seem as much like the real map as many others. Is it because she’s pretty and blond, Buzzfeed? Is it? IS IT?!?! (Disclaimer: I could probably draw the US. Mostly. I might miss the nuances of the northern border around those lakes and stuff, and I might leave Ohio off out of spite, but you’d know where I meant.)
#12? Bunk. I can do the 6 thing and continue to rotate my foot as suggested. THE CAKE IS A LIE.
#18 Awwww, I love Jimmy. He’s a sweetheart, and friendly acquaintances with my husband, so we usually try to see him whenever we’re in town.
#20: really? Most of my friends are straight. Not all, certainly, but I prefer mixed crowds in every sense of the word.
I would comment on this article, but I’d have to log in through Facebook to do it.
OMG NOOOO! That makes sense now. I thought maybe I was being blocked from posting my particular joke because of a fun word in it. Now I know I’m not special. :)
Hrm. I’m in <3 with bow ties, but I don’t like any of what he’s showing. Pooh.
Hrm. Most of this just looks gaudy/tacky to me. I’m okay with my house with (admittedly my very own) taste. I mean, I LOVE shiny and all, but please tone down on the sink bling, mmkay?
We live by a wooded area, so SPIDERS ARE EVERYWHERE IN THE HOUSE. Most of the time it’s fine, they get rid of other pests, yadda yadda yadda EXCEPT WHEN I’M IN THE SHOWER AND A GIANT ONE COMES SCRAMBLING OUT OF THE FAUCET AT ME. STAY AWAY FROM MY NAKED JUNK NOPENOPENOPENOPE
Yeah, this shit has happened to me when I use the elliptical for a 6 mile jaunt, or do intense Zumba or something. I either wear a compression shirt or tape the crap out of my nips beforehand now, because OW EMM EFFIN OW.