Please keep believing all of that.
Please keep believing all of that.
When I go to the beach, I’m always looking for a little extra toe.
Dafoe has already played a Marvel character.
My grandfather from North Carolina used to cure his own hams, and eating country ham biscuits while tailgating for early kickoff college football games is one of my fondest memories of childhood.
Oreos are a spectacular idea! Now everyone on the plane can have dark pieces of cookie stuck between their teeth at the end of the flight.
Was this supposed to be clever?
Nominate Pocahantas to run as the Democrat candidate.
You’re not wrong.
I never fail to be amused by snobs who think if you aren’t rowing your own gears, you’re not “actually driving”.
The C8 would eat a Supra for lunch. Not even close to comparable.
It’ll be pretty embarrassing for you when someone driving a C8 trounces you in your little 3-pedal sports car.
And you’re a master debater!
Hey, I’ve got a hot idea...the next time you get on your blogger’s soapbox to bitch about this particular brand of motorsports, why not just call everyone involved with it (including the fans) something clever, like “deplorables”?
Fuck off, you revisionist cuck.
Ending a war that we didn’t start and saving hundreds of thousands of lives (possibly millions on the other side) by using a horrific weapon makes us heroes. Do you actually believe that if Nazi Germany or Imperial Japan had developed functional atomic weapons first, that they would have hesitated to use them against…
Bring it on, bitch.
No offense meant, but that might be a better way to go out given the alternative.
Troll harder, kid.