I really can’t anymore. I just can’t.
I really can’t anymore. I just can’t.
Especially since prey animals shouldn’t want to expose their tummies to predators like us. It really showed me how much she loved and trusted me.
Hi.
Cue the gallery of butthole pics. I’ll be back later to save off the good ones.
informed industry colleagues of the pending closure of the 18-year-old agency
From the pics, it has an ECO button, for whatever that’s worth.
How about a joke. How about I don’t want a secondhand one. How about at this point in my life I have better things to do with my money than buy a vehicle that I do like very much but is probably not worth spending that much money on. How about any number of fucking things that don’t fucking concern you, you cunt?
Say Yes to Distress
When you realize Omarosa found someone who is OK with being married to her, but you haven’t made it past a first date in almost 3 years.
I like Sarah Paulson, but can they please find somebody of a reasonable age for Hillary, who is old enough to be Paulson’s girlfriend?
If you borrow words from someone else, how do you return them?
If men can pass a law about what women can do with their bodies, can women pass a law about what men can do with their mouths?
I want Closer by Nine Inch Nails at my wedding.
I dunno. “Crosstrek STI” sounds like an unfortunate result of a fun night in a cheap hostel.
anyone else see goatse in that rear end?
Depreciation really kicked in hard this year.
It may have been the biggest crowd ever going by jeans size.
Or one that says R-E-P-L-I-C-A down the side of it...
This. From the other side, I have accidentally knocked on the wrong door a few times - and apologized and quickly corrected course based on resulting notification. Keeping with the metaphor, the only way I see this happening is if one were to barge through the door SWAT style, which in my experience, is never an…