What the fuck are you glowering about? If that sexball let me put my freckly hands all over her person I'd be doing dances with her that make Skeritt Boy look like a tree-sloth who hates sex, not getting into staring problems with every other guy in the room. I guess heavy hangs the face that wears the tits.
Don't you hate it when some leathery old cow stumbles into the bar and tries to shove her sandbags in your face and you're like, "Helllllllp! Somebody get this crazy bitch off me!" and your friends are li—oh shit. April 1st was yesterday. Comments/Enlarge See all
Hey Lilo & Stitch, where did you get the confidence to dance like that—with a fucking tail strapped to your ass no less? Is this the first night you haven’t stayed in watching cartoons? Comments/Enlarge See all
