“It’s not my job” makes my goddamned blood boil.
“It’s not my job” makes my goddamned blood boil.
Yes and no.
Excellent! I enjoy seeing bigots nearly get a can of Lime-A-Rita shoved down their throats, and ultimately get thrown off a train while marinating in hot soup.
Boots, too.
Holy shit, Becky’s Twitter username completely checks out.
The Worldwide Leader (in capitulation).
Should get better in a few months, I heard they’re widening the tunnel.
+1 horse cock.
Racist child molester that looks to be about 15 years old.
I know (think?) you were somewhat kidding with the first paragraph, but metal shows get shot up, too. The guitarist for Pantera was gunned down on stage (with a side project, not Pantera) in 2004.
Jerry Sandusky doing NBA games from prison?
That gut looks like a bowling ball in a hammock.
Exactly.
People may get horny over anything, but there’s no reason to shame or punish these girls because others can’t control their hormones.
You may already know, but he also puts out a weekly podcast titled “Pod save the People” that’s a really good listen (he lands some great guests, and I like the show’s format).
Now I’m confused.
You’re. You’re retarded. Not your.
“Oops, I’m sorry! Careless me! I stood on your oxygen line until you turned blue! What’s that? You want me to move my foot? Call me “darkie” one more god damned time and I tie this hose in a knot.”