Lateshoes

English surname, or Irish surname meaning ‘descendent of the fierce one’.

I’m just assuming they mean Tyra Banks, right?

I just spent an hour picking off every fleck of nail polish, on both hands because I couldn’t just “live with the chip” on my thumbnail. Does that make me crazy?

Your red, patten-leather “clutch” is not allowed to be bigger than my ass.

There are rules.

If I ate tacos for lunch – why do my hands smell like a sandwich?

If the woman in the stall next to you farts really loudly, does etiquette require that you remain politely in your stall until she leaves?

Is it wrong that I marched straight out and through the mirror looked her directly in the eye as we washed our hands?

When is it ever going to stop snowing, being cold and forcing my nipples to shrivel into rocks? Huh? When?! I really want to know.

Double dumb ass on you, Utah! Double dumb ass on you.

I can’t bare to have another “account” somewhere, so I’m giving Twitter “the website” a thumbs-down, while giving Twitter, the concept a thumbs up.

So here goes:

Can there be such a thing as a “better-than-sex” tuna steak?