Dionne Galace

Why do these damn baby covers persist on torturing me? It’s a goddamn baby in a saggy diaper, for Fuck’s sake! There isn’t even a shirtless bohunk himbo to ease the pain a bit this time. Not that the shirtless bohunk himbo ever really eases the pain, but it helps remind me that what I’m [...]

Tim wants to know if there’s a vaccine for this because we’re planning NOT to have kids and it would suck when we’re forty years old (but still hot AND child-free) and hanging out in the Bahamas if Tim suddenly turned to me and said, “You know what? I think we should have a baby.” [...]

Last week, I saw an episode of House where (spoiler!) Cameron gets high on Meth, invites Chase over for some sexin’, and tears his clothes off before he could even say, “Hey, Cameron, you’re high. This isn’t a good idea! We’re colleagues, for God’s sake, and have to work together!” Anyway, before that episode, I [...]

From my Homie Spikedru: It’s the return of zombie girl. And the hairy guy looks like he’s just stepped out of the shower like Bobby in Dallas only instead of the girl waking up and sayin “oooh, it was all a dream!”, he’s going “Who the hell are you, lady? What are you doing in [...]

(Warning: Upcoming Rant) Ahem… Excuse me, sir, but FUCK YOU! What the hell do you mean, at YOUR convenience? Who the hell carries that child for nine months? Who the hell throws up every morning, noon, and night on her first trimester? Who the hell gets the swollen ankles? Who the hell has to push [...]