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Well humanity *is* doomed. So these stories make me feel better about that. We got it coming.

Oh my god. You’re not being a baby. And you’re allowed to be bitter. That is some next-level bullshit, dad. I’m so sorry. :(

This is why I am pushing for Icelandic naming convention!! Those -son -dottir suffixes rock. :)

I don’t know why I even care, but... that looks like a normal kitchen in a 2/3 br rental.

Haha perfect comment.

It’s called Lynx here, but otherwise you’re spot on. :)

... be right back!

It’s called Sydney.

Yaaaay! We’re the globe’s penis!

I think this thing is really weird to me because (here comes something offensive!) I find that all white Americans look really similar already.

Haha, I once puked red wine puke over his dick and chest, all over the bed, then in a huge splashy line all the way through the bedroom, down the hall, and into the bathroom. I then passed out and poor Mr. Ex had to clean up the whole crazy mess by himself.

Nah, it’s awesome. I drank too much, but then: sneaky tactical chunder = back in the game

Yeah, but, pretty much straight away? I find that surprising.

This is no doubt a move of pure dickery. And yet, I wish there was an easy way to get some coffee places to make what I want without a twenty-minute drama involving three separate staff.

Narcissism. Of course. That describes my proto-stalker perfectly. It all makes much more sense now. Thank you!

I wish it would let me star alter_ego twice! So much truth in one comment.

He didn’t even say ‘fat’ though, so this outrage is absurd. Fat is a descriptor, not a measure of a person’s worth.

That’s all lovely, but I thought Steve meant BJ-wise. I’m curious too. So?

I feel your pain. In my 16 years of nether-region hair removal, trying nearly everything, I have found exactly one thing that works on my ingrown-prone areas: shaving, gently and carefully, with the grain.

It’s about trying to look like a hippie, because you would have totally gone to Woodstock were you alive then (you assume). So you spend $500 on a ticket, and another $500 on outfit and supplies.