Topping the list of things I will not be buying secondhand? Sex Bench.
Seriously. She had real comedic and dramatic chops but was always The Sexy Chick, and why compete against the latest crop of exploited seventeen year old Disney stars while fending off the predators who assume she’s desperate?
Hope the parents of all those kids can’t wait not to be grandparents, since mumps is a leading cause of sterility.
I honestly was relieved this was about beer cans and not some campaign encouraging people to try to get up close and personal with real reindeer. They’re going to as kicky and gouge-y as any other large ruminant.
If I’m ever diagnosed with cancer I’m definitely doing cocaine, with a crack chaser. I’ve heard nothing but good things.
I honestly wonder if there is something this wad of slime mold leavings could say/tweet that is so fucking dumb and false that even Lindsey and Mitch can’t get behind it. Not that they believe anything he says but their willingness to keep taking it without even a reach around is astounding.
Ah--pasty and clashing with any other color or pattern it’s next to. Perfect.
She’s like a McDonald’s promotional mug brought to hideous unlife.
They couldn’t make their contempt any clearer unless they just started shitting on the floor.
Right alongside those coal mines Dump’s supposed to bring back to life? Cripes, these twits all use the same playbook.
“God, is this what work is? So uncomfortable! How do the poors do it?”
“Chapter Seven: I’m Totally A Grifter...hey, wait a minute!”
Please, he can’t read. That’s a coloring book full of slain animals.
It’s the penis thing.
Well, you gotta admit Pete was honest with the kids. “No, I’m not going to be doing those things.” At least they don’t have to waste more time on him.
Yeah, that kinda went...another direction.