400 complaints for generous cleavage? Fuck this shit.
400 complaints for generous cleavage? Fuck this shit.
aw man look at this sweetheart
Yeah no Rayner. Shut the fuck up. You do not abandon animals at a fucking train station. Oh my god I am raging so hard right now at her utter failure as a human being.
I dislike this woman with every fiber of my being. She doesn't deserve that sweet puppy, and I hope he finds an amazing owner soon because he deserves all the love.
"Rayner said she panicked as she had to get to the last train to Aberdeen with her daughter, who suffers from asthma."
Y'all, these awards were a clusterfuck. I can't believe Selma didn't win anything besides Best Original Song, or that my sidebae Bumpydick Cuntbriarpatch walked away emptyhanded.
I like that Clooney laughed his ass off at it, as well.
it was so cool to put Amals achievements into the spotlight. Also looked like she really enjoyed it
Holy shit, that George Clooney joke was straight up brilliant.
Oh...oh hi Steve Carrell. You're looking handsomer than I realized.
I seriously bust out laughing so hard at the Clooney joke. So much better than the Cosby joke, which Fey already did on Weekend Update all those years ago. But the Cosby joke was about the courage in presenting it in the first place, so I'm totally behind that, too. :)
*blank stare* You thought a tattoo gun was used for temporary tattoos?
Try this:
"Hahahaha except that would be felony assault, right? Hahaha!"
My friend just bought a tattoo gun, because she's actually a fairly good artist and wanted to tattoo herself... It's whatever, and some of what she's done looks pretty good. But whenever my friends and I get drunk at her house she jokes about "If anyone passes out early I'm breaking out the tattoo gun!" and I just…
Don't forget "why are purple" and "could've used more vegan options."
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In Europe, he sells those thermoses in Europe.
For some reason this gives me flashbacks to 19th century French paintings—especially Bouguereau. The flesh! The hair! The sea!