She looks like a blow up doll.
She looks like a blow up doll.
Those people can't afford to live in the country. They live in tiny shit towns
Yes. Fuck yes. The job of the police is to put asses in jail. Not justice, not the right thing, not to protect citizens. Anything you say or do could land you in jail. Anything. Oh my god, it is so frustrating. I had to learn the hard way that they are not our friends, allies, or heroes. They don't care about us. We…
Fuck yeah.
I didn't calculate the word "any" into my reasoning, so I concede. It's completely xenophobic and immature.
Really? Racist? That's a helluva jump friend.
Hell yeah on the shoe width one! I got wide feet and so does my little girl.
NO MORE INSPIRATIONAL MESSAGES ON PRODUCTS FOR LADIES. Nice try, but our tampons do not need to say "Keep your eye on the ball."
Too right. I was looking at 80s fashion magazines back in 97 and said "Damn I can't wait for this to come back."
Hey, yeah! I was thinking that too.
The jump gets me every time.
That they are, but at least they are cute.
I gave my baby my last name and no one ever gave me shit over it. Probably because it's none of their damned business. Or maybe they don't give a shit. Either way, I guess I'm lucky.
I consider that an insult to sheep.
If she was black, there wouldn't be a story.
It was a joke. Relax :) I don't want you to worry you Sweet Lil Matilda over nothing. :)
The vag just kinda sucked it up in there. It's all that poonshine time, I'm tellin' you!
Yeah, shit on Hello Kitty, we need fallopian tubes hanging off our hitches, vulvas disguised as an aerodynamic flourish on the hood, and labial flaps hanging off the tailpipe. Jesus Buddha Saddam Hussein, that car!!
He was ALSO a great president, or so my Republidad told me.
One time I was driving up the interstate and thought what I was looking at on the rear windshield was an outline of a uterus. Naturally I laughed my clit off, until I realized it was a decal of that Crimson Tide elephant. Then I laughed my thundertits off thinking of all the pearl clutchy Alabamaniacs who might see my…