If I looked like that naked I wouldn’t give a shit who saw me.
Gotta creep on all my friends. Hit refresh!
Am I a shitty human being if I kill a tree that has someone’s kid’s placenta buried under it?
When roofs giggle and other faces in everyday places.
Holy shit. His junk can reach the toilet bowl.
I miss the rains down in Africa.
No, I don’t hope Broadway ever, ever fucks up Breakfast Club by making a musical out of it.
She’s not your wife. She’s the princess.
Finding an amazing piece of sea glass can best be described by using my favorite word invention: seaglasm.
On calls, chats and public Twitter shaming of the phone company.
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