Yeah, I can't imagine getting excited about anything at 88.
ION, Gawker is cracking me up today. This guy is the douchbag of the decade but it doesn't quite bear mentioning unless you look at his website. This is epic, Jackie Massey Paisley Passey levels of douchery.
For some reason I seem to get Doris Lessing mixed up with the writer of some distressingly porny fantasy novel I read years ago.
Oh, right. She wrote The Fifth Child. God, what a freaky book.
ETA: Or, hell, maybe that is her after all.
I couldn't find that douche's age anywhere, so I'm afraid I went to college with him.
At least he's not roofie-ing women he meets on Match.com.
Also, he's UGLY. I mean, really?!?
OK, my mom's job has the best invention ever: It's All About You Day. It can be your birthday, but it doesn't have to be. An all-staff email goes out, so people are nice to you/congratulate you/whatever, and if you want, you can wear a tiara all day. Because it's All About You.
Also, he's UGLY. I mean, really?!?
Seriously, he doesn't have a single good picture. Not to mention the hair plugs.
It's All About You Day is genius.
Briefing for a Descent into Hell
is the title I couldn't remember.
At least he's not roofie-ing women he meets on Match.com.
right. there's (at least) one guy on trial for that right now - in two states. really frightening.
Just out of curiosity - how deep does a cut to your finger have to be before you must seek medical attention?
Can you stop the bleeding?