We don’t call them inches anymore, nor they’re Tarantinos
We don’t call them inches anymore, nor they’re Tarantinos
name their whole taxonomic class of animals after glands that produce milk
Wait fuck this hurts my brain we’re in the titty class? Holy shit Jiggly jugs, batman!
Wanting to become a better listener seems like a generally empathetic thing to do.
Poop dik I guess
First time one of them said shitass my family just looked at me as I went
I call both of my siblings shitass (or poopbutt when their kids are around) because my dudes guess what they do with their asses
They left Tumblr?
I just wish I didn’t get that nice little intrusive thought telling me to look down the barrel every time I go to the range. Nah, I’ll let my friends own.
I’m just trying to figure out how my blues trio fits in because we all sang, played bass, drums, and at least one other instrument. I’m not sure who counted as what I’m that group.
As a bass player (happily spoken for, but solidarity with the homies) I wholeheartedly support this message
Just use Robert’s rules of order when you have an argument that makes everyone happier
They closed all the launch sites in Utah? They built the fuckin minuteman there
what if the skeleton has a banana?
DON’T FORGET THIS BROTHER AROOOOO
Next time I commit election fraud I’m going to release thousands upon thousands of wood beetles upon the ballot box that’ll show em
Privilege-to-pee things
Cucumber cilantro hand soap?