Leo fights climate changing by fucking organic whores
Leo fights climate changing by fucking organic whores
We all need more of that sweet tom hardy peen, and world peace.
Surely rape is a condition for breach of contract.
Because she’s special.
I thought the PC thing to talk about was inner beauty.
A celebration of/commentary on consumer culture. What’s not to get?
Yes, and I have this very model and it still works.
When I was a girl, I only had sticks to play with and for food, so kids today have it pretty good.
My mother made all of our clothes from scrapsthat she would collect from the dump heap at a local garment factory. We couldn’t afford the expensive clothes from Sears, so we made do. Seems to me that Miss Wintour thinks she is cut from a different cloth than the rest of us.
If Bernard were in my first grade class, he would have earned an E for effort on this assignment.
I read in the AARP magazine that violent video games are why we have Columbine. My twenty-eight grandchildren are required to read the bible when there aren't chores. The word of the Lord is the best entertainment we have.
My late husband Winthrop used to love the basketball. He always wanted to play, but he couldn’t, you see, on account of he only had three toes on his left foot, and six on his right.
I know Meryl’s great aunt Pheobe. We were at Wellesley together. Those were the days, when there wasn’t all this talk of black and white. You could have a chocolate milkshake for a nickel, and everyone was gay—not like that, but happy. When I heard the news, I called Pheobe right away. She wants everyone to know that…
I never planned to be a parent. Now I have twenty-nine grandchildren and gout.
Montel Williams just does not age.
Winthrop and I were married forty-five years. We only had one toilet, so whenever he had the stomach bug, as we called it, I’d get it too. We had to share that one toilet, often at the same time. Oh how we laughed and laughed.
Chester Bennington sounds like the name of a character by my favorite novelist, Miss Jane Austen.
A spoonful of sugar helps the meth go down.