No.
No.
Big paws on a puppy...
Read it this morning. Taking it off my bookmarks. Glad I got something done today.
I know a "Raeden." Like that dude from Mortal Kombat. Poor lil' shit.
Something about the respect fundamentalists have for women makes me want to hop on a plane, join the cause, and be sent on a suicide mission. Or get raped to death by my "brothers."
And what about pizza? What about the pizza, goddammit?!? Nobody's angry about that!
"Vegas, baby. Vegas."
Nursing homes. And all that sweet Social Security money goes straight from the old geezers' bank accounts to his. And, as he doesn't pay taxes, it's us and all the olds eating cat food so they can send him a little more that support his particularly confused brand of bigotry.
Is the box big enough for a two-year-old?
When will.i.am talks, I want to bash his head into a wall. Also, there is nothing "fly" about trying to convince people to wear, not one, but TWO, of your stupid manacle/watch thingies.
But how can we click on things if we don't pretend to give a shit about a movie we haven't seen? How will we know that we're not racist?
She's the hero of the goddamn movie! How did everyone who's not four miss that?
Fuck off, "Kennedy." Your tax dollars are well spent on public education.
Truly, the kugelschreiber is mightier than the sword.
It really is quite good. You know where it's going, but there's still something painfully human about the whole thing. It all feels dirty and secretive, a feat impossible these days.
Further proof that Judge and Goddess Marilyn Milian is right about everything— "The cheap comes out expensive."
And, then, wake up in the gutter.
i suggest you keep fucking that chicken.