Whatever..... He’s still hot.
Whatever..... He’s still hot.
Shanna, they bought their tickets, they knew what they were getting into. I say, let ‘em crash.
See a broad to get dat booty yak ‘em... Leg ‘er down a smack ‘em yak ‘em!
It’s really the only sensible thing to do, if its done safely. Therapeutically there’s no danger involved.
You’re in a singing group made up of tenors and you name said group..... “The Tenors”? Go fuck yourself....
You clearly missed the entire point of “Harold And Maude”...
YOU’RE fine.... *wink*
Good?...... Yes. Good.
Is it?..... Is she?.... For fucks sake.
Someone please make a photoshopped image of Bernie Sanders as a garden gnome IMMEDIATELY!
But he is gay and single!.... Right?..... RIGHT?!?!?!?
I want this image on my morning coffee. Actually, I want this image on every product I buy.
6’7” here. We could 69, no problem.
I would gladly give The Mountain six months to a year of BJ’s.... Wait.... What?
I’ve had panic attacks, usually during social interactions, and I find the number one way to make the symptoms dissipate is to tell the people you are with that you are having one. I try to do it in a nonchalant way with a smile in order to not freak them out. “Ooof. I’m having a bit of a panic attack at the moment!”…
Perhaps sung to the tune of “Detachable Penis”?
WORST Harry and William impersonators EVER!