Clean those funky clam shells white boy
Clean those funky clam shells right

Yeah to my knowledge no one has accused him of anything predatory or bad he just likes to sleep around and if I were rich and women found me handsome but lately i’m not actually handsome I would sleep around too.

I find your party’s platform interesting and would like to read some of your literature.

I’m sure the handful of joints they imagined potentially confiscating during this illegal and inappropriate raid totally made traumatizing 900 kids worthwhile, right everyone?

Still less horrifying than 99% of the Barf Bag roundups.

I understand the motives behind finding -anything- that will make you feel better. I started medicine ~6 weeks ago and it isn’t doing everything I want it to do but I can imagine if I had a less manageable condition I might be willing to try anything.

For that matter, why bother passing collection plates around when you could just pray for money to be magically deposited into the church’s bank account as a blessed mystery.

I know this idiot who doesn’t vaccinate her children because she believes God will take care of them, yet she sells Plexus. Logical thinking doesn’t enter the minds of those who choose to live this way.

Pine forever!

HE LITERALLY GHOSTED HER!

For real though:

If I ever become rich and fancy (not likely) I’m getting a white peacock just to chill around my house.

Facts, schmacts.

Could you imagine feeling confident as fuck walking into a liquor store and being called a chicken by some rando? Brutal. Give that ‘Cock more liquor!

Aren’t the females called peahens?

If you have bad menstrual cramps, smoke pot. For everything else, consult a damn doctor ffs.

No offense but you have a 16 year old son. He’s going to get a boner in math class even if he goes to an all-boys’ school. He’ll live.

You know what’s great for covering up bra straps? Robes;)

I was once a boy in middle school. A girl that I liked could have been wearing a NASA spacesuit made out of my grandma’s couch cushions and I would have sported wood.

True story: One of my friends from college told me one of his most vivid memories of middle school was the time he got a raging boner because of the way the girl he had a crush on was breathing. It was making her boobs go up and down.