“Like it is now…only shorter.”
“Like it is now…only shorter.”
Sometimes, when I think about it, I just start blubbering.
I hit a minke whale in my pickup while driving home one night, just north of Belle Fourche, South Dakota. Son of a bitch breached over a guardrail and flopped down right in front of me before I’d even had a chance to hit the brakes. Hit him square in the blow hole and mangled the whole front end of the truck. The fishy bastard just dusted himself off and fucked off into the night, making them wierd ass whale noises at me the whole time. Ever since that night, I take the long way home.
People who think that are creepy and weird.
Firearms dealer
You should, it’s pretty nice.
Dammit, I trumped my pants
Did you call 911 or something?
Go eat a bushel of dicks, Russia.
They take the bottom half.
I haven’t seen the movie. How does it depict make sexuality as inherently dangerous?
Mostly just walks around clucking and eating corn off the ground.
Good, resign. Both are huge pieces of shit.
So, the same flavor as my dog’s farts.
“Say…what’s a mountain goat doing way up here in a cloud bank?”
“Welcome to the Biden-Trump presidential debat…and it’s over. Goodnight, folks.”
Just breathe bro, you’re overthinking everything. I used to feel like this, too, it’ll get easier.
Make some eye contact when you’re talking to the person you’re with. You don’t have to stare, but enough to show that you’re listening/ engaged.
Don’t be afraid to be awkward. Embrace it. Try to have fun.
That’s cool. More boob for me then.