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We’re Amy Winehouse/Lindsay Lohan/Britney Spears. We love(d) the limelight, but it’s not so great when we’re spiraling downward.
We’re Amy Winehouse/Lindsay Lohan/Britney Spears. We love(d) the limelight, but it’s not so great when we’re spiraling downward.
I’m not a therapist. Is the idea that you forget about all of your problems because your balls are being tortured?
They seem cute until you find one scurrying around your kitchen in the middle of the night.
I love this idea and am filing it away for the imaginary future where I own a home and need more greenery, damn it! Because it’s going to be so lush and green. And there will be water and mountains and a rainbow…
He lives in a hut in the rainforest maybe?
Bank vault doors. With digital keypad entry systems. They’re really smart cats.
“How’s that heart attack treatin’ ya back there?”
TIL a new fancy word.
Pho is just a loose-leaf tea.
There’s nothing like French pousse-pousse!
My favorite was raspberry.
The Butthole Cut would also be a great band name.
The others are already safely across in Grindavik, you’re fine.
Also people who walk around the house naked.
Maybe it should’ve been the gay engineda?
I just watched the episode of Community where a guy makes this exact mistake and never gets the giant matching fist he needs.
Thank God for my Snap-On Strap-On.