Me too.
Poiatica
poiatica
Wax and dab? I too old for this world.
As a German, let me just laugh at you for saying that “making the knockout round” makes the men’s US team a “pretty damn good” team. Or a better team than, ya know, the women’s team, which is a team of world champions, not just one time, but three times (how many times did the men’s team win? Oh, that’s right - never:…
In photoshoots when I’m asked to strip, I’ve felt the sexism.
A prank is swapping all of your mate’s furniture around when he on holiday or covering his room is army men. It’s not physically or emotionally harming the woman you are supposed to love.
Thank you for having the decency to respond.
This is the second deliberately-ignorant Cattelan-bashing piece on Gawker Media within a week. I hope GM fully realises that this is a perpetuation of exactly the same type of wilfully “my ignorance is as good as your informed perspective” genre of non-thought that your writers ascribe to Trump supporters.
I’m 100% sure that most Mormons allow their children basic medical care, though.
Good lighting and with my arms raised above my head at all times
This guy thanks you for completing his ensemble
Good god, blood clots. I’ve had blood clots that looked huge, like liver dinner for Barbie.
Both. I get both. My other favorite thing is how there are just so many damn bodily functions/fluids in the morning. Like there’s the rivers of blood, the weird period poops, the first morning pee, the first nose blow of the day, wiping sleep out of the eyes. Like, I’m just over my corporeal existence within the first…
The stuff is delicious, just usually way too salty for my liking. I prefer my dry seaweed with only a tiny sprinkling of salt, or none at all.
My ‘spiritual’ friend dumped me when I got chronically ill. Because it says so in The Secret, you shouldn’t consort with sick people because it will attract more sickness. Some spiritual people are sick in the head. Namaste cuntface!
Sucks for parents who can’t find evening sitters.
No athletic scholarships in the Ivy League, champ.
You know, by the logic of this joke, the alternative is: "Someday all of this will be ours. If you're on the board of shareholders too, that is, otherwise it will be mine."
What, no stills from Aelita, Queen of Mars, a black-and-white(!) silent(!!) Soviet science fiction film made in 1924? Its costume and set design were remarkable, like something out of an art deco fashion runway, and its influence was felt in works such as Flash Gordon and Fritz Lang's Metropolis.
Dachas on the moon for all.... Politburo members.