He’s just so...
Will your sister swear out an affidavit that Babs didn’t have her Inspector Gadget legs on that day, though?
Never been so glad I’m old, sedentary, and come from a long line of early expirers.
I am very sorry for the idiotic, contrarian responses you are receiving.
Not so delicious:
Bitcoin’s easy-peasy.
My adorable lisp.
that oddly placed bobby pin tho
Her Royalness’ eyes seem quite bright and lively.
Or she saw one of those miniature kiddy-sized shopping carts. I bet that’d freak her right the fuck out.
Daddy issues. : (
...and then strained through a dirty sock.
I live in fear of being recommended the categories, “Because You Did Not Leave the House This Weekend,” or “More Films With Paul Rudd’s Butt, You Sad Little Person.”
At a laundromat I used to frequent, there was a vending machine full of overpriced, tiny boxes of ancient detergent, with a huge sign above it that could be read from the entrance that said, “LAUNDRY AIDS.”
I take it back, Bobby Finger. If you think this reboot is remotely a good idea, YOU ARE NOT EXUDING HOLLYWOOD GLAMOR.
IKR? It’s like when I order a baby present for a coworker from Amazon, and for weeks afterward, Amazon’s recommendation engine is concerned about whether my (male, middle-aged) nipples are chafed from nursing, and insists on showing childless me adorable, tiny, pastel things. AI IS NOT READY TO INTERACT WITH ME AND…
Before you could have legit multiple Netflix personalities (separate queues) I let my mom access my account, so now Netflix thinks I like every damn British spy television series ever made. Which I don’t. If “MI5" was ever uttered in a script, she’s watched it.