Worse yet, it’s a long, thin penis. They always freak me out. Like, they’re gonna poke the bottom of my uterus out or something. Which I know is not possible, but yeah. That’s how my mind works.
Can I just say I hate this breed of pick-n-choose Christians. They’re vomitous and foul and I’m fairly certain Christ himself would be giving them the side-eye. Plus considering that none of the new testament was actually written by Jesus himself, just other people basically reporting second or third hand versions of…
I have never, not once had a good interaction with a cop. White as can be, and want them all disbanded. They are the literal and absolute worst.
Actually we have Spanky’s cheesesteaks and they are magical. (I mean the locations look like total health hazards, but my god. I used to be tasked with pick ups, until one too many people never got their sandwiches. I’m sorry Jackie, I had to eat that cheesesteak. Had to. Here’s your money back.)
I often joke about wanting people to die in a fire, but I actually want him to. Preferably while he’s conscious.
Wow. I was trying to think of something cutting, but I give up, cuz that was flawless.
So much this. I mean, my first impulse was sympathy for the victims and their families, but my second instinct was ‘Those motherfuckers shooting up the theaters are gonna ruin it for everybody! This is why we can’t have nice things!’.