I think my house is haunted. Must be a ghost's native eek-o-system

Carrie Underwood has gone from singing disapprovingly about an unfaithful man to singing approvingly *to* an unfaithful man.

All you babes that fawned over Eros and Psyche in middle school, how's your mask kink going?

After being sequestered for several days due to snow and ice, it's refreshing to know that still not a one of you can drive.

This would've been my first post, but my husband has usurped it. Rude.