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