Rachel’s lament? That a baby bed is a way better idea in theory than in practice. SO LUMPY.
Rachel’s lament? That a baby bed is a way better idea in theory than in practice. SO LUMPY.
What clients think we do…
What we actually do (muted)…
If I was a stripper my stage name would be “Broke Down Palace”. I guess that would work if I worked at Super Cuts, too.
You ever decide that because it’s the holidays, you’ll just eat what you want and not worry about things like your weight or cholesterol, or the fact that your mom is a whore and you just realized you been clinically depressed since your second birthday. WHO GETS MENTHOLS FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY, MOM?

The Occupy people make me feel old. What the fuck do they want? I literally have zero idea. I’m barely in my mid-to-late 30’s - I listen to the NPR - I Tweet and shit. I’m down.
So why is it that I can’t figure out what these fuckers want? From what I gather it has something to do with not liking corporate greed, and unemployment, and shitting in the park and smoking weed. In other words, Golden Gate Park at sunset. Hey-oh!
Seriously though, does anybody know? I feel like somehow I’m out of the loop on some really revolutionary shit here. Like this is our ‘60’s -this is our time to make difference. To make our mark. And if anyone’s gonna take ludes, face paint and have sex with lots of stoner college chicks with no morals its gonna be me.
Also, the girl in the banner pic is Emorie. She’s 20 and unemployed and I think she just melted our collective frozen hearts.
LA makes me sad. LA is Thanksgiving dinner where extended family pass the potatoes with sympathetic sighs, slowly nodding unspoken, pitying “attaboys” - and bless you’re heart(!) you look so skinny, have some more potatoes - all rolled up in a dusty, plastic-fruit-filled cornucopia of despair and broken dreams. Always keep your IMDB profile up to date. That’s all I’m saying.
Filed Under: Things I did not know, and now that I do, I wish I did not know. Turns out you can’t CTRL-Z a memory. Fuck.
I was watching Super Troopers and thought — as I always do whenever I see Geoffrey Arend — this guy gets to rest his weary head upon Christina Hendricks’ rack after a long day?
Whenever you feel like life is unfair, gaze upon this and then get out there and make your own rules!