“The extreme sex coupled with his love of shark week will make for an ocean romp he’ll NEVER forget!”
Hiding out from the puparazzi.
If you do enough research, you’ll find that the Internet is harboring some seriously scary shit.
Oh joy. Milan Fashion Week has arrived to ruin our feeds with uneaten staged gelato shots.
Because just one look at someone’s profile can raise a thousand questions. Questions that didn’t even cross your mind and questions that you might not like the answers to.
“My patient lost almost 100 pounds and this is the skin I had to remove from her belly.”
I hate when I have so much to say, but I can’t put any of it into words.
I see your hashtags and messages of support to those affected, but I don’t applaud them and don’t add one myself. I simply don’t see the point other than to make your online friends know you’re informed and have reacted appropriately. I choose instead to reflect internally and welcome conversation in more intimate parts of my life.
Baby birds who grow up without dads never learn to sing properly.
When you’re at a friend’s house and he tells his mom to shut up…