I was such a weird little germaphobic kid I once shouted, “is this Christmas or a herpes convention?”
I was such a weird little germaphobic kid I once shouted, “is this Christmas or a herpes convention?”
Sure. She COULD have done that. But ballers gonna ball.
no no no no no no....
ew, no!
You know who would have been perfect? Heath Ledger (RIP).
When I was younger, I very earnestly explained to my little friends that a blow job was when you licked the neck of the person you liked and blew air on it so it got that cold, tingly feeling.
perhaps it’s just becoming difficult for me to watch a bunch of men onscreen talking to other men for 30 minutes.
She’s done this on the back of Left Shark, who got bupkis.
@Gabourney. The few times it’s happened to me I had to fight the urge to make a barking sound and say “so sorry, sometimes she nips” as the hand got close. I’d scare the shit of the agent. (but wind up in a concrete room for a day or two)
We voted. :x
My sister-in-law, a heroin and barbituate user, gave birth to my nephew while using. He was born full term, weighing very little (can’t remember) and spent the first weeks of his life struggling with seizures and withdrawal - he had to be given opiates to be comfortable. He then spent about four months in a…
I’m with you so much. Can we all just agree that this whole genre of “men suck at domestic things” is just fucking awful. Like, I am a man. I also like to make sure the kitchen is reasonably clean, and years of living without a dishwasher means I’m 100% okay with washing dishes on my own.
It’s projecting their own strategic utter belief in what they say. Expressing a complete and utter belief in a particular interpreation of the moment, or of a goal, if coupled with decent communicative ability, is contagious; so much of the human experience really just consists of shared interpretations of reality,…
I love that this year, a number of the scariest stories centered on non-ghost incidents. The modeling gig... the poisoned uncle... a woman buried alive... a madman in the basement... Sometimes the spookiest stories are the ones about other humans.
Long labia haver here. I have never not once felt uncomfortable with my crotchal area in yoga pants. Literally everyone in my yoga class is packing a spandex burger. Doesn't matter.
giving a more youthful look
To be honest, I’ve spent so much of my life angry at the basic injustices inherent to both this country and the human condition that I think I’ve transmogrified that feeling into something akin to a fuel source.
I got this card in Stratford, Ontario that has a picture of a young Hilary and Bill Clinton on it. She was a stone fox, that one.