LOL, love your screen name
LOL, love your screen name
They have a date set in Purgatory. Along with the cast of Suddenly Susan, Caroline in the City and all those other wanna-be Friends knockoffs of the ‘90s.
Everyone hates on Val Kilmer, but my kids and I loved him in Top Secret and Real Genius, and *sacrilege!* he’s our favorite Batman.
Now that Jones has put that insanity behind him he can get back to reporting on valid stories like “Sularian Lizard Operatives Working For The Democratic Party Have Been Caught Fingering Buttholes In Burger King Ball Pits. Please Bring Your Assault Weapon To Your Local Burger King And Fire Indiscriminately.”
We’ve reached a sad point in our national discourse when we’re patting Alex Jones on the head for admitting Hillary Clinton wasn’t part of a child sex-trafficking ring hosted in the basement of a D.C. pizza parlor.
In response to this tidbit, I expect him to begin Tweeting furiously, calling her “overrated” and “a 5 at best...”
He’s just a kid that’s four
The Art of the Deely
“driving a Volvo while drunk.”
World’s worst Brawny ad.
You forgot:
IT WAS TYGA IN THE PAWNSHOP WITH THE CANDLESTICK
I’m not sure why any medical professional who’s aware of your having body dysmorphia would promote such an extreme regime that focuses largely on the superficial.
I would always with Joey McIntyre like a screen door in a hurricane. My unending first celebrity crush.