I have found no evidence to the contrary. Olive, Olivia, Oliver. All pure evil.
I have found no evidence to the contrary. Olive, Olivia, Oliver. All pure evil.
Unless you’re going to count the day of your conception as the first day of your life, you don’t get to use the argument that abortion is murder.
Try asking your parents what day they banged without protection to figure out when your birthday is! Doesn’t that sound fun?
Glad we’re clear.
Simply put, always.
Sorry for the confusion, darling. Would a picture of my bosom be better?
A creepy drugged out man kept offering my friends and me muffins. I figured muffins were some kind of drug, but I looked it up on Urban Dictionary (of course) and found nothing. What are “muffins”? Am I dumb?
Not my problem. I said no.
I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I can say this with relative certainty:
I have a strong feeling there were drugs in the muffins.
Where I sit in my office is the perfect temperature.
Like, perfect.
Today my friend was complaining because the heat is broken where he’s working and I realized this. I am so thankful for this perfect temperature that allows me to wear any combination of pants, skirts, t-shirts, sweaters and tights and be comfortable.
So I told him this fact, and this is what he said:
“I’m Elle and I’m in the perfect temperature, and I have a boyfriend and a great job and hair like spun gold. Ooooh.”
And then he called me a whore, and I accepted it.
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-Diane Savino, NY State Senator I am not a fiercely political person, but there is little that I am more passionate about in life than gay marriage. And this woman makes the most sense I’ve ever heard. If you can’t understand her argument, you are crazy. Sad and crazy. |
“It’s” means “it is.” “Its” is a possessive. For example:
My grammar is terrible because my elementary school lost all its funding right before I started first grade. It’s a tragedy, I know.
While we’re at it, apostrophes have no place in plurals.
Happy Tuesday.
This is my least favorite day of the week, so here’s a picture of me trying to put furniture together, in a bear hat.
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(I would like to add that I don’t actually think Jane Aldridge has good style, not at all. But the whole trend of the sloppily-thrown-together-tights-and-tshirt-with-huge-ridiculous-shoes thing has to stop. It only works when you’re really thin, and even then, you just look silly.) |