“We were born to strudel!”
Stella wrote “Cheech!” and we hoped for the best.
“I’m going to go through all of the stages of grief, but not in the right order,” A warned me as we went in to see Hillary Clinton. “So good luck.”
You can’t keep a 200 year-old bottle of balsamic in your dorm, kids.
Spoilers for both gay films I watched this weekend: Endgame and the independent period drama Tell It To The Bees
If I had to attend the Oscars, I would get my outfit at REI.
What we felt for him was genuine, but he never was.
I whispered, “This is what plays when Jack-Jack explodes,” and she said “What?”
One lesbian versus 96,000 square feet of Christmas and capitalism – thank goodness we wear comfortable shoes
How hard is it to find one yeti?
“It’d be really hard to be the Queen and be from the Midwest.”