I actually don’t see anything wrong with these scenarios. I might clown on Bey, but I do like to live my life as though a Beyonce-type fan machine/wind situation is blowing upon my person at all times.
I also look really good in a one-shouldered leotard. #SorryNotSorry
This post isn’t really a case of overshare, nor is it a Mom’s Gold Star…but it fits the concept of Fright Fest to a T. I’m not condoning or condemning the fact that the picture you’re about to see exists on Facebook; no, instead I just wanted to share it with you guys because it’s freaking CRAZY. And it scared me.
But since the submission came to me chopped into two screen caps, I thought I’d share it with you the way I wound up seeing it myself - by reading the comments first and then seeing the accompanying image. Consider it my version of a “tease and reveal” (and yes, the text is small and cannot be enlarged and for that, I am sorry):
After reading all of that, I was like, “Wow, this is a whole lot of talk all for what is sure to be a lame payoff. “Stephen King movie”? “I will never sleep again.”? The more I read, the more I was convinced that the photo couldn’t possibly measure up to the horror-filled chatter in this thread. But oh, was I wrong.
I really don’t know why I decided to see this movie.
I hate romantic comedies.
Stand-up isn’t that funny, unless it’s pre 1998.
I don’t really like movies made by people who like Brooklyn way too much.
But I decided to see it anyway, and I thoroughly enjoyed this adorable-ass movie. It really is the funniest movie I’ve seen all year. Sleepwalking plus relationship study plus horrible parenting plus awkward white people plus This Really Is A True Story equals a really unique movie-going experience.
Look at this photo.
