And they’re bitchy so you’d constantly be hearing “moo” noises behind your back.

The janitor’s closet.

“Oh, my god, cover her she’s HIDEOUS!!! Those CURVES, she looks like some regular woman on the street or something! Can somebody, I don’t know, find a tarp to put over her?”

He’s bi so, don’t give up the Rabbit and fanfic just yet.;-)

I just remember well many years ago, when he still just known for playing Boy George in that London play of the time, when his escapades on gay hookup sites and cams were showing up online. He wasn’t famous but he was a minor celeb and very fit, so that was good enough reason for it to be notable.

Who among us has not kept an eye on the last piece of pizza leftover from the celebratory “We pay you shit but here’s some lunch to keep you people from dragging us off and guillotining us” party management threw and thinking, “No one else is getting THAT before ME.”?

Did you know deers steal and resell bikes to get tick cream?

Now that was a good comeback.

I think, in the case of grocery, that it’s a cheaper option, certainly.

I’ve got actual tears in my eyes. Seriously, just reading that headline and I teared up.

Yes. YAS.

Thank you! Exactly.

Okay?

They don’t???

Three pounds of collards, with seasoning and bacon, and all I have to do is re-heat and put into warming trays for my guests before they come over?

Sorry I interrupted your break between homework assignments. Better get back on that for homeroom tomorrow.

But...nobody on any comment or even the awful Paris herself said anything about killing or exterminating them.

“GIMME YER STASH, HOOMAN!!!”

Oh, grow up. You call the exterminator on roaches, mice, rats, just like everybody else. So you’re just as bad. Stop lying to yourself.

I try to channel my cynical feelings into stupid trolling on comment boards.