Where we meeting up at?
Where we meeting up at?
THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
Don't let you knickers get in a bunch.
I think you're fucked now.
Like chicken.
Sweet.
March is over with you assholes. Little late on this.
Out. Just get out. Leave.
Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. I should ask my wife if we can get one for out GT Bruiser.
Know what else is blue? My balls.
Needs moar beige. I'm not comfortable with anything truly unique.
I approve.
Can I take that seat?
Except I don't like Megan Fox.
"Some things just really shouldn't go together, like ice cream and pizza."
Just a dab of Rig Lock?
Should we go to the disco and panic?