Review: Alima Pure Pearluster Eyeshadow (Prosecco) & Luminous Shimmer Eyeshadow (Venus & Chai)
Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Loose Eye Shadow
I No Longer Care How You Met My Mother
Seriously, Dad, give it a rest.
I wouldn’t say I was ever particularly interested in how you met my mother in the first place. But if it was a quick, funny little story I guess it would be good to know. Maybe I could tell my kids one day, or get a crappy college essay out of it or something. But this is ridiculous. Do you realize you’ve been telling my sister and me how you met mom for 7 GODDAMN YEARS?! Seven years, Dad! In that time we’ve had two Presidents, three Kardashian weddings, and like eight Middle East revolutions, and yet somehow, you’re still going. I’m really starting to hate you, Dad. Like, in a way that’s going to be hard to change.
Because I’m a Nice Guy(TM): aka Creepy Asshole in Disguise.
Replace entire pie with “Because I’m a freaking misogynist who thinks all women owe me something…” There, I fixed it.
I had no idea Optimus Prime was such an entitled douche.
I wouldn’t date him because he doesn’t know how to use an adverb properly.
Granite: Why every homeowner wants a piece of the rock
“People wanting granite countertops is people wanting to sound like they know what they’re talking about,” Carino says. “It’s like listening to two guys talk about hot-rod cars.”
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