women “look a lot better without hats.”
women “look a lot better without hats.”
Maybe she meant that she’ll see the text, not have time right then to respond and then forgets about it? I’m guilty of this.
Nope, I don’t think Surfboard is trolling.
I’ve mentioned the story here before, but my ex-boyfriend literally had his balls electrocuted when he got his (the little thingie they use to cauterize it wasn’t grounded right), and he still considers it one of the best life choices he ever made.
I tell you I come from the middle east, and when someone tells me that our culture is not more macho blabla I feel SO disrespected, because I feel treated like a small child that can’t take criticism. Taking my culture seriously means judging it according to the same standards everyone else is judged. My mom, my…
One of my coworkers is a 25 year old man with 7 children. His doctor will not allow him a vasectomy because he’s “too young” and will “change his mind when he’s older”. Pretty sure he’s not going to change his mind.
Please, we uppity crackers from the city would prefer if you referred to these bubbas as Clampetts, Cowfuckers, Hillbillies, Honkies, Johnny Rebs, Muppetfuckers or Meshbacks.
IMMEDIATLEY FELT A POP & LOST ERECTION
PLACED A BOTTLE OPENER ON PENIS THINKING IT WOULD FEEL GOOD BEEN THERE FOR A WEEK AND NOW IT IS NECROTIC
Jesus Chryslers...
with a name like arbour she should make a like a tree and get out of here
Ugh my mom and all the other pious ladies in the very Duggar-like homeschool co-op I was forced to be in all had tons of this shit in their homes. I associate it with lessons on creationism and long, ugly modest dresses. Excuse me, I have to have a panic attack now.
It’s easy to swoop into working class, Latino Oxnard as an educated woman with a lot social (if not economic) capital, presumably with real rather than faux leather boots, and judge the people who want to learn about how to use coupons. Snark is highly enjoyable, but ultimately hollow. I really wish some of the…
This comment is exactly why the industry can’t have nice things. We’re here to ride, not for your viewing pleasure brah.
The point of the little ceremony wouldn’t be that they have to name themselves, or that they should name themselves — it is to give them part of themselves.
Haha, yep! Fat women have no business leaving their homes, much less riding motorcycles. Ew. Gross. All that skin and fat just on display for some poor, innocent person to have to see.