
Attention: This here is the thread where we get nostalgic over late 80s early 90s music. I start with Pixie's Debaser.
Attention: This here is the thread where we get nostalgic over late 80s early 90s music. I start with Pixie's Debaser.
No this is Patrick
Gold Dragons, Silver Stags, Copper Stars, and pennies.
Goldens are always so happy if there is a person standing nearby, let alone putting a hand on them, it seems.
My Patronus is a stag, and I belong in the 1950s, and my Firefly character is Zoë. Woohoo!
My barbie tied her dead husband Phoebus to the roof of a carriage while rushing to the hospital.
HA! One of my Barbies had another executed by desk lamp. (Pretty in Pink Barbie was tyrant who ruled with a fist of steel.) I ruined the lamp, melted Malibu Barbie's head, nearly caused a fire and probably made my mom think of checking my head for a "666".
Yeah, one time my Barbie gave birth to puppies and even nursed them. That is no longer my dream. [Dramatic music plays as Barbie looks sadly into the distance]
All my Barbie did was FUCK.
I tend to agree. My Barbie always played basketball or battled Skeletor, and now as a grownup I do neither.
The most I learned from my Barbies was that Skippers little tween boobs were super hard to file off so I could finally have the Ken doll that my mom always said no to. Also, her hair looked terrible chopped off.
I'm an actual, real mexican person and I totally put guac on my burritos when I feel like it. Sometimes I even put it on english muffins and have it for breakfast. It is the tits, you should live a little (forget your guacamole rules! Throw them away! Be free!) and try it.
No. It would make you a bad lesbian, but that's about it.
Against my better judgment of this woman's so called "mugshot", almost supernally captured here by some anonymous jailhouse photographer as if he/she were channeling Vermeer himself, I would initially surmise this enigmatic woman to be some sort of hauntingly beautiful motorist, flummoxed by a sort persistent…
I think, more than anything, I've just had it with people in warmer climates bragging about how nice it is where they live. It might be funny or a joke at first, but after awhile, the mockery and bragging isn't really funny and you're downright pissing me off.