Time is like a bug on a stick. Just throw it out there. The bird in the bush will take your hand. So live, man. Live. Follow not just your heart, but also your soul, and also your heart—your whole heart. Live.
BiscuitsAndShame
BiscuitsAndShame
I hope their accountants steal all their money and go on to climb as many mountains as they can possibly climb.
This cat and I have so much in common. I get very angry at random pieces of paper sitting next to me.
The cat is angry because it sees that the human is making a vertical video of it.
The cat had a cross expression on it's face. Can't we just anthropomorphize in peace?
"Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine..."
Without more information, I'd have trouble trusting anyone in this situation. The government didn't test, the Catholic Church has an agenda, African populations (and others) have been exploited for medical testing in the past and treated without full information. This sucks.
That's another thing that pisses me off about comedians who dabble in racist comedy or outright lament about being PC. In their warped minds they think not being a racist is somehow the status quo, and they're just being so edgy. There's nothing edgy about being a racist comedian in a country like the US.
"I also noticed she was black. I then thought it would be funny to tweet JOKES about that observation"
Or be an adult and acknowledge that some weddings carry religious, cultural, and family traditions that yours doesn't and keep your fool mouth shut.
The million dollar question.
I dig intelligence and plummy English accents. And I don't like stereotypically pretty men.
Anyone who says "Good for him!" or "That kid is so lucky!" or anything comparable can fuck right off. Absolutely disgusting. She deserves to rot in prison.
Does she still insist she made a sex tape as opposed to a porno? "This isn't a vagina, it's a candy dish. "
I just made a realistic replica of my side eye. I'm going to place it in various public locations next to anything that is deserving of a good side eye.
I woke up this morning feeling really bad about myself, but something about watching another human being proudly hoist a big rubber replica of their own undercarriage into a camera lens, smiling beatifically at nothing and glistening like a wet pear, makes me feel like maybe I am less silly than I initially suspected.
That's pretty much how I feel about all of these photos.
