He needs a supervillain name. I propose, Shkreletor.
“It is impossible to talk about alcohol and not talk about sex.”
Commentator, in crisp English accent: Folks at home may be asking themselves, “How will he finish?” And, well, Depends.
No disrespect, Bobby, but why in the world is that not worth focusing on? There is less than nothing surprising about a straight (allegedly) man being completely ignorant about the gay life/lifestyle, but he should be absolutely dragged for revealing identifying info about these athletes / human beings and potentially…
God, it must be SO HARD to be judged by your appearance and clothing choices instead of your skills and work ethic. HOW TERRIBLE.
Neither works for me but anecdotally I have heard that Google accounts work with less frequency, yeah.
“Was it hard to “do it”?” I whispered gently salivating into my children’s portioned French toast.
You’ve been very lucky with your bosses if this doesn’t ring true to you.
Hard pass. Murder For Pizza went downhill after they started adding prog elements in the “Box of Infants” EP. And TFTD’s just a Too Many Daves rip off band.
Murder For Pizza, Hot Cup of Poison, BeerTot and Too Fat to Die: this Saturday night at Jimmy’s Punk Rock Palace!
I spent the last few weeks thinking of a tree that we used to have in the backyard of our old house. All those hours I spent under that tree looking up as the sunlight dripped like honey through the leaves. When the thin cold wire of time wasn’t pressing pushing tight against my neck. There was time back then. There’s…
I was wearing spanx when I tackled a wolf and broke its neck! If my ass had protruded just one more inch toward its snapping jaws it could have ended so differently!
I’m in Rome too right now! Tom and Taylor looked so cute at this authentic pizza place we were at. I know it’s an invasion of privacy...but I snapped a quick pic of Taylor! It’s crazy how REAL they are-just like us. And guys...so in love. Look at Taylor’s smile : )
No words have ever been more real than when you typed “Jayden’s Mom”. *Fistbump to you from my former home on the Indiana side of the state line, where dreams go to die*
This is almost every person I went to high school with.
“It Was Never Not the 90's. (subtitle) A Tale of Ohio”
On the upside when one of those bitches tried to physically pull me out of a (Mcdonalds!) drive through window my small stature and the relative height of the window meant she couldn’t tip me over enough to get me out the window. It did not help her that I was…
Oh fuck me. This is the very particular brand of lower middle class white trash Ohio seems to grow like it’s the only thing our soil supports. From the hard slick back ponytails to the Midwestern mommy facebook outrager version of the “I want to talk to the manager, never mind lets beat some ass” haircut, Sams club…
Agree, maybe Rachet Becky? They seem more like Chrystals or Ambers, or Brandis (obv spelled with an i).
Agreed. It’s gotten ridiculous. To quote someone I know on tumblr when discussing women bashing other women for liking popular or feminine things: