That's a day after Halloween walk-of-shame wig.
That's a day after Halloween walk-of-shame wig.
This just made my day.
I saw him in concert here in Charleston, SC and the best part of the show was during the instrumental part of one of the songs he said, "Somebody gon' get pregnant tonight!" and then launched into a high note. Sex.
I so want to wreck him too, but in the way one would wreck a tiny, glittery, mythical forest nymph that makes high-pitched sounds and wears ruffles and high collars.
Even more so if he rode away from the crime scene on a bicycle with a baguette in the basket and his Hermes scarf blowing in the wind.
Yes! I have the teeth dream. They are either loose or falling out. I have another recurring dream where I have to pee (usually when I have to pee for real) but I can't find a bathroom anywhere.
Mine are always tornadoes, tsunamis and apocolypse stuff.
And his shit was inside their toilet. Case closed.
Take your pick, Amanda...unless your heart was set on Sri Lanka or Paraguay.
But the Prosecco would have been pretty damn good too.
Philosophers and scholars will be asking this exact question for centuries to come.
#teamcheesecake.
How about we just say he wraps his car around the tree, but lives to see the err of his ways and becomes an upstanding citizen of the world.
That was way harsh, Tai.
Send the bill to Usher.