OnlyFans?
OnlyFans?
Also, it’s Pop, not Soda.
It’s the one job around the house that you can do naked.
I get it. The minimalism thing. Some folks prefer this.
After you’ve followed all these steps and cooked it, stick it between two cooked beef patties on a bun and you’re good to go.
No eye contact, I can handle.
Leftover Rigatoni and meatballs straight out of the fridge.
Spare the rod, spoil the child.
Past the knuckle...
Kourtney looks kinda chonky without all the photoshop.
I’m vaccinated, wear my mask, social distance and keep my hands clean.
Just get a set of both ya cheap bastard.
Yet, here you are.
Jealous?
Ha. Back when I learned to skateboard, the wheels were steel. The sidewalk cracks were murder (almost literally).
Seven Days in May.
You do not ever want to talk to them, ever.