Have people become… “rapier”?
Those goddamn idiots…
I definitely approve this. ‘Merica.
I saw this coming.
Thanks for the heads-up.
It’s alright to touch them.
The end(game) is near.
The Heat will have to answer in like fashion if they want to turn this series around for an ultimate victory.
My bitch is understands that if she opts to not make me that sandwich that she will promptly be forced to share the doghouse with my canine.
She has her whole life ahead of her to spend all of that money.
No funny money accepted.
Those new college graduates are going to be disappointed. But they should welcome it as the kick in the face that it is. I couldn’t care less about whether or not they can afford an apartment or if they can’t get hired. They’re all so irritating.
#40: I’d like to stick a digit in the self-lubricating orifice between Vanessa’s legs. Just as foreplay, obviously. She’s earned it.
You know what they say to debt-saddled, insecure students at Boston University: when in doubt, BU.
No money, no problem.
Mo’ money, mo’ problems.
They’re pulling their own stunts now.
What a force of nature.
Must be “hella” annoying to have to answer these questions.
She’ll live on through her twin. It’ll be like she never perished.
Huh. I didn’t even have to train my eyes too much.
She looks serene in that Allure photo.
Nintendo is like the Ro(e)man Empire on its last eggs. Sorry, that should be “legs” not “eggs”.
Nintendo is quickly turning into the Ro(e)man Empire on its last eggs. Sorry, that should be “legs” not “eggs”.
As long as the New York Knicks are the champions of the Eastern Conference this season, the Brooklyn Nets can continue to be as irrelevant as they want to be.
#4: She learned this air-walk maneuver in bed with me.
#9: Her oral skills in this position are mind-bending.
#13: When she’s on top, she doesn’t stop spinning until I tell her to.
Trina and Kimberly were hot.
If you want meat or milk from a cow, you first have to “beef-friend” her. Then when when her guard is down and she’s not watching her “dairy-ere”—that’s when you suddenly strike without warning.
Free diabetes mellitus type 2, anyone?