Meanwhile, I’m still waiting for AARP to open up a Starbucks.
Bra straps can be a pain, but I don’t know that having titty tape (that looks like bunny-shaped chicken cutlets) stuck to our chests is a better look.
Sure, it sounds a little crazy, but people are going and getting their toenails done in matching colors with their doggos.
She was asked to de-board the plane and was told she would not be able to fly unless she wrapped herself in a blanket.
Another bizarre trend just washed up onshore and it’s full of holes in all the wrong places.
Fancy girls are poised and flawless with perfect hair, makeup, and gorgeous clothes. I am a disheveled mess. They’re the sexy saxophone. I’m the trumpet.
Here’s hoping the “mom bod” gains the same acceptance.
Move over, spandex, “stick-on” swimwear has arrived!