Only if a bottle of scotch is a time machine.
Only if a bottle of scotch is a time machine.
This is interesting since in some circles other men will absolutely give you shit for this opinion.
LiL: Watch quality lesbian porn. The kind with female directors and responsible practices, not the exploitative kind. Also, pay attention. You will learn whats good and what isn’t if you take two seconds to focus on the other person for real and don’t just put your head down like you’re doing the fucking LSATs. Bonus:…
Neither was she.
To get better at oral sex, practice on a banana.
Except in this case it was really easy.
Trump will trash his bitches. History shows that. Yet bitches keep showing up for duty.
Red Dead Redemption released seven years ago today and remains a triumph. The tale of John Marston’s failure might…
Your feedback didn’t give me any info other than “No Wrangler” so how about this:
Let’s stop this pointless debate now.
Thank God I’m gay.
I’m not even a jeep guy and I know this is true. Rented a 4 door wrangler in HI and immediately took the doors off. It was a fantastic beachmobile.
Cadillac Eldorado is always the answer
You’re nuts. Doors off and it’s the greatest beach machine there ever was. Load up a surf board, tow a boat, grab your beer out a cooler in back... I dare you to name a better beach mobile.
Wrangler has to be on the list. Obvious choice but for a reason.
If I’m completely honest with myself, I have to come to terms that my next vehicle will more than likely be a…
I wonder how much Fitzgerald was trying to warn us, and how much he was simply telling a story from reality? ‘Cause he turned out to be a pretty fucked up, selfish, petty, jealous out-of-touch character his damn self.
Dear So-called “detox tea” manufacturers:
As a refugee who was had the experience of fleeing an actual (i.e. non-pretend, non-virtual, and definitely not hypothetical) advancing army, let me tell you: it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Hearing artillery shells in the background really tends to put things into perspective. I didn’t even get a bread and cheese…
I keep repeating to myself that this is the excesses of late stage capitalism.