*cough!* NAME DROPPER! *cough!*
*cough!* NAME DROPPER! *cough!*
Having my midlife crisis just before hitting 30 last August was what got me into working everyday since.
fuck capitalizing the f in the last fuck for continuity’s sake.
Flattery is the oxygen that powers the internal combustion engine of the psychopathic narcissist.
Food baby! It’s a food baby! I’m calling it now, she gotta poop.
TL;DR:
Cooper’s Cardinal Rule? No Jews.
Shouldn’t these people be culled?
I just right-clicked-and-search-Googled “plect” and it asked me what made me want to know what “plect” was.
BWOMMMMMMMMMMM. BWOMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
11. Commit Seppuku.
Yep, it ain’t a canvas sack with a dollar sign on it, nor is he dressed like the Hamburglar.
Doubt it. His rule of (tiny) thumb is, if it ends in stan then they probably are Muslims.
He just mad he got a weenie like a Christmas tree light.
Aahh, muffin :(
Or rather, McMuffin.
If you can’t meet the demand asking you to shoulder more of the burden as a business owner, don’t own one. Someone willing will take your place.
Never forget the brave soldiers who gave their lives liberating Derkaderkastan.
Semper fi.
Press X to salute.
I hear Nathan’s been approached to be Trump’s secretary of grabbing journalists by the pussy.
Bud-dum-chh...
A shallow pool for a shallow-minded person.