I like them. And I cannot lie.
I like them. And I cannot lie.
If you own, or previously owned a grill, I hope you get clubbed lime a baby seal.
In addition to the countless, massively successful acts he has produced, and starred with, let’s not forget that HIS FUCKING SON DIED. Way to be a dipshit Samir. I wanted to post this on both locations so others may realize your ignorance. Great work!!
I hope she begins to choke to death on a chicken sandwich from Chik-fil-A, and a super-duper-totally-mega-flamboyant-ly-gay man saves her life with the Heimlich maneuver. Only to be smashed by a runaway train moments later.
You’re obviously not true candy lovers. Those pix were like porn to me. My dia-beet-us hurt as I scrolled through….
I’m sorry. But #7 is totally fake. You can clearly see it’s nothing more than a backdrop. Poser ass grammy. Hehehehe
If we all behaved as she does, this world would be a much nicer place.
Fake.
@ Matt Bellassai: While I agree 100% with your “keen” observations about how couples in new relationships can be irritating, there’s something even worse. The crybaby that bitches and complains about the relationships of others. It speaks volumes about the bitter, self-loathing relationship Grinch you’ve become. Or at the very least, appear to be. Now I’m anxiously awaiting your next “contribution.” Which, I will assume, will be about how your apartment full of cats is waaaay better than being in a relationship.
David Whitley is the guy who, after talking about a “black guy he knows,” reminds you that said black guy is, “one of the good ones.” I also guarantee you that he’s began several sentences throughout his life with, “I’m not racist, but….” In a nutshell, he’s the poster child for ignorance and douchebaggery.