She’s on fire.
Ok, so I saw this and I could hear my wife’s voice in my head saying FAAAAAAAAAB-ulous!
- I can’t even tell you how many times I got “glitter is for girls” but I think I’m going to start keeping a tally… I’d estimate 15 times in 3 days.
- I was confirming what a boy wanted (“You wanted the tiger, right?”) and his parents said “yeah, make it pink and glittery!” and laughed like it was…
Wait, what the fuck has Obama done in his first term?
I have health insurance right now because of the things he did durring his first term. He did fucking plenty.
(Via Mistress Adira Blog)
Reblogging both because this tumblog makes me smile SO MUCH, and because this rig looks hilarious.
The only difference between the girls - always ‘girls’ - of FHM and the women I meet in real life, is that real life is a lot more diverse. My friends have dimples, and freckles, and curvy bits, and complicated personalities; they make amusing facial expressions, and one has ginger hair. Qualities which are ruthlessly purged from FHM’s parade of near-identical Stepford wank subjects. Nobody I’ve ever seen really looks like Cheryl Cole, and that includes Cheryl Cole. Yet almost everybody in FHM’s list looks a bit like Cheryl Cole, with only minor variations allowed in age, breast size, body shape or even skin colour: it seems Beyonce marks the acceptable limit of darkness for black people. FHM have made sexy boring.
