oh, hello, we back. 2019 is already 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥.
true story: this is all my fault. i proposed a series of conference papers on melania’s jacket and so OF COURSE now there is story on melania’s jacket every single effing day.
oh hello. i know, i know. long time no words. forgive me. in a life of approximately 9,000,000,000 projects (give or take a few), it is sometimes hard to remain a word factory in all available venues. but yo, i’m back! the world is a pit of drear and suck. let’s talk about totally superficially […]
today, class, a close reading of the DM’s article of 16 february 2018, entitled: “Sisters who competed to snare the world’s richest men: Schooled by their mother to seek out power, a new book reveals the jealousy between Jackie O and sister Lee and how they both bedded JFK.” i mean, just right there, yeah?
HEY-O. you remember our old friends, butofcourse 🙂
so what about leo?
yaaaaaaaaa’ll, remember the sex lives of dead people: jfk edition (emotions via britney)? remember jerry oppenheimer? let’s refresh.
i mean, i had you at hello, right? you are like, holy moses, this woman is ambitious. for seriously, is there a more prodigious sex life of a dead person than that of JFK? haven’t we all of us, by this point, slept with JFK? ok. so that’s taking it a step too far. but […]
so i have been putting this off for daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays because, HOLY MOSES… i don’t even know. i mean, that has captured your attention, non? you are RIVETED, right? let’s dive in.
please know: in my efforts to find photos from the launch of selfish to illustrate what i’m about to write about selfish, i just saw SO.MUCH.KIM.KARDASHIAN. her instagram is A LOT, yo. so i’mma call on my emotionally incontinent face celebrity double britney to ease us all in.