Delude yourself into thinking that fat-shaming is a sign of love. They mean well?
Odds are engineered based on information heard through the thin walls and air vents of my unit during the previous night’s argument.
Tweet tweet, motherfucker.
When I kiss my son goodnight and wish him sweet dreams, he’ll respond “Yippee-ki-yay, Motherfucker!”
I am keeping this thing alive! I’m a genius! I should be given some sort of humanitarian prize!
Is there any living, breathing human that actually ENJOYS these sites?
I helped my father install crown-molding in our dining room.
“I’m actually taking an improv class led by a friend of my wife’s at the local Jewish Community Center. It’s kind of challenging, but I think I have a knack for it.”
He’s weirdly obsessed with happy couples and thinks love is bullshit.