anything lower than 91 makes my car run like shit. says in the manual 91 or above, so dunno what you talkin bud
anything lower than 91 makes my car run like shit. says in the manual 91 or above, so dunno what you talkin bud
nobody likes a whiner
i’m gonna just laugh and laugh when a woman who gets paid to bang people gets owned in court. long live trump!
i wonder where all the blowhards are who love to complain about cultural appropriation. this kid is gonna grow up to become a wasteoid crack addicted fame whore, her mother should be thrown in jail
so does she, triohead, so does she
dry pavement is left in the dust while wet pavement gets all the glory. only jeep seems to give dry pavement it’s due, but even then, they put in lots of rocks. do you think it’s fair that dry pavement gets cracks, dirt and brake dust everywhere, and even garbage thrown at it? how would you like it if i spit my gum on…
i love the internet, this right here is why. what is love?
here’s a tip, taught to me by a closeted bisexual lesbian:
what if my band is just me, playing all the instruments track by track, doing all the vocals, mixing and mastering it all on my own? can it just be any picture of me? or a logo? i write punk rock with no guitars, only piano, bass, drums and an orchestra. does that even count?
i see your g3, and raise you a pt cruiser
there comes a point where a collector has to decide to let go of shit, mostly because they (like me) realize they just do not have the time to enjoy playing all of them to the end. it hurts parting with it but in the end it’s worth it. i kept only the things i wanted most, like my av famicom, top loader nes, and snes…
it must feel so good to feel so right. there really is nothing more exhilarating than pointing out the shortcomings of others, is there?
check out my homie dummy306, that boy can make some beats
let he who is without sin cast the first stone. get the fek over it
i wonder if it was this guy:
buy a mazda 3 wagon. problem solved.
KANEEEEDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
so that explains the hefty.
true story, i once shared a donair with a goose on the shore of lake okanagan, and when the donair was gone he attacked me. wings flapping, honking like an asshole while repeatedly trying to peck and bite my ass as i ran away. last year i was at work, driving south down to calgary and a bunch of geese came in for a…