IM’A GONNA PUT’A YOUR BELLS IN A MEAT GRINDA!
Ive always thought of it as the less complicated of the sexual tasks. A gf once said she always takes note of an enthusiastic muff diver because that means he probably isnt great at the actual sex.
The shorts look ok but the shirt looks like a kid came up to his mom and said “Im supposed to be a baseball in the school play!” and she said “Whens the play??” and he said “In five minutes!” and she ran off and tried to make his costume.
And its probably #3,475 on the list of things he has tried to convince Dada he is a “BIG MAN” now.
A bunch of chinless men pretending to be good at something.
Its their contention that selling their vehicle to a filthy poor person will damage the “brand”.
Hey! Dont you be bad mouthing the HIE! Its a quality lodging with ample muffins and little to no semen in and around the sinks.
Shes the WH goblin.
Or how about I just order my fucking coffee and for five goddamn minutes out of my day not worry about what some purple haired dipshit named Dahkoda thinks about me.
What is it about modern society that makes us all so eager to be judged?