Where’s Waldorf?
I question people who are so adamantly proud to be an American, and claim it is the best country in the world (i.e., southerners). How can you be so sure if you’ve never stepped foot outside its borders, Blanche? What exactly is your basis for comparison? In truth, you suffer from a covertly xenophobic sense of nationalistic ignorance, failing to see America as a member of the global community and instead as a fascist stronghold, really. Ain’t that right, boo?
Milksthistle is a miracle.
I wake up every morning with Yoda hair.
Speaking of, older gay men sporting haircuts last seen on ’80s teen heartthrob Ricky Schroeder should head, without pause, to their nearest hair salon for a more age-appropriate coif. Just because you have a boyishly lush full head of hair doesn’t mean time has left your face untouched. Correct the mismatched components for a more naturally becoming visage.
