I took the train from Chicago to New Orleans, was able to bring my bike for $50, packed four huge carry-ons at no extra charge, and enjoyed walking around, sitting in the observation car, and drinking the beers I brought in my purse. Train travel rules, and we should be talking about how to make it better.
The 420... I can’t. I’m dead.
I think my German landlady said it best, when charging about her husband’s complaining: “Men. They are born babies, and they die babies.”
Have not been following along, so quick question: What is Kanye West’s fucking problem?
Amber Rose should body shame... I mean body slam Hough into a dumpster.
Egregious clickbait. You’re an evil genius.
Was just lamenting the terrible dreams I had last night, so it’s nice to see some wonderful news on the Internet.
Here’s another cool, laid-back guy who was great at getting women to talk to him.
What in the world is J-Lo wearing?
I bought a BigMouth floaty shaped like a toilet last year, and I consider it the best $25 I’ve ever spent.
I would argue that he’s been blind for decades...
The up-side is this will expedite Pence’s gay sex tape leak, cause only a closeted homo could hate gay folks that much.
Dudes, I came down with a wicked case of something-that-wasn’t-strep one year over Halloween. I remember waking up in a fever at a friend’s party, then the next thing I knew a nurse was pumping morphine into an IV in my arm, and two days later I was a person again. The throat maladies are real.
Oh my God, you’re on the Professional Lo Mein Eating circuit too?
God, this campaign’s comebacks are such a stretch, Trump might want to hire a staff physical therapist.
Sit back down, Stacy Furgleturd.
Sit down Aunt PETA, you don’t know what you’re talking about.