Because all girls grow up wanting a sparkly, pasty man, right?
Because all girls grow up wanting a sparkly, pasty man, right?
I’m going to take “Don’t feed the geeks” to a whole new level.
That’s nice, but the cold does bother me. There are other people in the room besides just yourself, you know . . .
Yeah, the posts in this series are more or less just whatever I hate most that day.
Sports lovers, read at your own risk. My being a sports commentator is about the equivalent of Miley Cyrus designing nuclear missiles. Nothing good can come of this.