“on full display” is the key phrase here. There are just more outlets and channels (internet) these days.
Ohwwwhe?! My mirror neurons firing with her deep, deep and sad disappointment.
Cheddar man could have been the first in a line of a gentleman’s gentlemen, loyal to one of the local tribe chief’s dynasty.
It’s called bio-fuel.
That would be a new spin on the old “kill hitler” time-travel trope.
Handfuls of salted butter would have been used and that shit, stings, a lot. I have been told.
That “stan” instead of “fan” thing. Is this some modern street talk of you young rapscallions or a mechanical correct mishap?
I paid my debt in full. He payed the deck with tar. She paid out the rope.
Vodka infused Asparagus? The day after?
Impact, nothing. It’s just a tape of two girls hired to pee on a hotel bed the Obama’s once slept in months before. With him watching on from a comfy chair, cackling, cursing to himself and pleasuring....... Never mind. No impact. But him trying to keep the tape unreleased is the only good thing he ever did or will do…
Kinja really needs a bigger font option. Like a “Header 10".
When was that white trophy wife trope started? Before or after Robert Palmer’s Addicted to love?
Toffee. This is the one day in a decade where for an hour of two you’re allowed to eat the most stickiest toffee you can buy to lock up your jaws. Preventing you from spilling away plot points during viewing. You have seen the movie so you can pace the intake*.
They are easy to keep apart.
