Boom bye bye in a batty boy’s head, indeed!
For Halloween this year, I am going to print the word “Like?” on a piece of paper and put it above my head. When people ask I will tell them I am FaceBook.
Enough with cruelty free meat. I want cruel meat. Actually, I want my meat with extra cruelty. If there were a label on chicken titties saying, “we plucked this chicken while it was still alive, after forcing it to watch Veronica’s Closet reruns until it was bleeding,” I’d buy that. You are what you eat! Stop being a wishy washy, namby pamby crying little girl! Eat cruel.
I have finally resigned myself to the idea that I will never be an early riser.
…and blessed is the Fruit of the Loom, Jesus. Holy Mary mother of…
I would go out tonight, but I haven’t got a stitch to wear. This man said “It’s gruesome that someone so handsome should care”
I think people who read Self-Help books have mental problems.