Methinks that forcing Ms. Garofalo to adhere to such societal norms, including marrying a nice white investment banker, staying home and raising his kids and ironing his shirts would be living Hell on Earth for her. I could produce a ratings-winner reality-TV program, to boot.
Ah, one can dream.
Then someone share this pic:
Come on folks. It's only fair that the rest join in me in seeing what we had for dinner last night.
