G'morning.
Boobs, I feel your pain, and I'm sorry. Give me her name.
I just got back from voting -- for some reason they brought back the old fashioned lever-operated booths and you'd think the world was ending from the confusion. It was like these people had never, ever seen one before (like, maybe, two election cycles ago...) and it was one hilarious clusterF*CK.
Especially the man who went into the booth right before J2. He was in there for nearly 10 minutes, and when he came out he riffed about how difficult the whole experience was for him.
"It's the words, man, the words. Can't see 'em. Should be white on a black background, couldn't defrenchiate between 'em... defrenchiate, man, defrenchiate. It's french for can't tell anything apart from anything else."
And when he started on the weather and his "po'table deevice" which "tells ya everything" I was having a difficult time not laughing out loud, but the tears streaming down my face gave me away. Comedy gold.
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)
Updated On: 9/10/13 at 08:00 AM
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