excuse me but 2%, 1% and skim are bastard milks we don’t accept those here
excuse me but 2%, 1% and skim are bastard milks we don’t accept those here
is that how kids ask GURL HOW BIG DAT ASS SHIT nowadays?
they have diving panties on that are 15x the density of our body.
buy? oh my friend. i hate to break it to you. doom had a shareware version. we killed barneys on ours
but why delay eat when can eat now? taste better now too


tells thieves not to steal it


they move pedestrians out of the way when you’re driving slow. the same situation you could ask them politely or ring a bell. so really they’re for folk with social anxiety.
that’s right it’s not, because us racism and xenophobia is casual compared to european and you know it. would you like me to bring the receipts?
Remind me of your famously warm welcome of the Roma
i don’t undersetand stay ripe longer. i understand eat. please splain.
you make an adulterously valid point
i mean i’m not sure i’d watch scene 27 with my mother, but i catch your meaning.
you can really taste the extra perseconds
but what if i like the way quentin tarantinos ass fart? what therefore then?
i mean i get it. i was cooking at an event and the way i wash up, well, a man there accused me of prepping for surgery. i was only washing three inches above my wrist. gran’s an RN so we might have grown up knowing how to clean.
you just answered question #2. thank you
Nope. I don’t care what inconvenience you think that is, having complete command over my favourite field of art means that would be worth it, you privileged git.
“my rude and offensive tone is now humble and lowly please don’t pick on me” dude if you want a career in music put in the fucking hours practicing instead of masturbating behind the keyboard
my dude i had perfect relative pitch before i got tinnitus. being able to hear a pitch doesn’t give you complete command over a field of art, literal blood sweat and tears does and it still only guarantees mediocrity. get over yourself.
hold on you mentioned cake i forgot what else you said. where’d you get the good cake