Strippers In Wedding Rings, Soul Train, Amanda Peet’s Breasts, Date Lab
“There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.” One of these days, I’m going
“There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.” One of these days, I’m going
“Never underestimate the healing power of a blonde, Miss Potts.” I’m still not feeling the San Diego recap, as work’s kinda kicking my ass right
“You gotta have a ticket if you wanna ride the ride.” Man, why didn’t anyone tell me that Date My Mom still came on? The
“Nah, I spent 2 years in the Cub Scouts & realized its potential to make me queer.” OK, so we’re working backwards here. Virgin Festival,
“Getting fired by the World Bank – a huge impediment to getting hired by the Galaxy Bank.” So much to write about, but so little
“You’re, like, my Black Spock…like in Voyager.” OK, I should be asleep, but I had another weird TVLand observation I needed to write about. After
“Why’d she have to take her candyass back to Norway?!” Dr. Phil said it was OK to look, but he sure as Hell didn’t tell
“‘Cause you said forever, and ever. Who knew?” Ahh…a cute White girl, eating watermelon. Be still my Negro heart! Anyway, four years ago today, this
“You’re way too beautiful girl, that’s why it’ll never work…” I’m kind of phoning it in today, so you know what that means: random post.
“Baby, I’m Dr. Montalban!” You know what song I really hate right now? Fergie’s Big Girls Don’t Cry. Don’t get me wrong; it’s a lame