“Hey, assholes, you’re not exactly chiseled out of granite. Fatties.”
Why does it smell like candy?
Once again I'm reminded how much money I'd make if I set up a bar here at the elementary school holiday "concert."
Yesterday at 11:16 pm
who knew losing your personal property could be so enjoyable?
“And the kind of threesome SHE wants? We’re cool with that.”
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