"First, I'm going to sit on a window sill. Really blend in for a while. Then," he said, wringing his hands greedily, "I'm going to just dive headlong into a pile of shit. Then, idk, I might vomit all over myself or something. Oh Doug, you sly bastard!" he chuckled.
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If I have to drag ass after one more stick, I swear, I’ll bite out your jugular.
I have flicked my little garbanzo bean for hours on end, pulverizing it into hummus. Still no orgasm. It just no longer serves any sort of function other than decoration. Which is fine. Everything is fine. It's a beautiful clitoris and that alone brings me joy.
"When you're here, you're family."
"While this type of behavior is not ideal in the NFL, it is at least a step up from having to deal with our players beating women and then having to deal with law enforcement and courts and figuring out an appropriate amount of games to suspend a player. I hope that if more players are in need of assaulting someone, they do it to another player on the field and not to a woman off the field."
"I'm already very blessed, so I wanted to donate 100 percent of the proceeds from this labor of love to charities that fight these women, minorities, and triggered libtards," Trump Jr. told his dad's fans at his book-signing. "These lefties are revolting. Thank you for joining me in this higher calling that my father has … Continue reading Don Jr. To Donate Proceeds From New Book To Charity That Combats Women And Minorities
"Every fucking day it’s, 'What time do you work today, Sean?' Like goddamn, fam. My schedule is on the refrigerator. I even text them an image of my schedule every week. Can they not read? And why do they even care?"