Is the Epcot at Disneyland?
I’m the king. Of jalopies.
Is the Epcot at Disneyland?
Not mine. She’s a nervous fucking wreck constantly. She jumps and runs at even the slightest motion, even from those of us she’s been with most her life.
I don’t appreciate her mocking me.
Oh I get it. He knows because he’s a depraved perv he isn’t getting raptured so he’s gonna fill it with helium, hold on as it rises, then enter heaven with a sex doll and fuck it silly in front of St Peter while cumming with a high pitched moan.
Good plan, actually.
Pretty sure pouring wine onto plants will kill them.
I’m guessing you haven’t had many customers yet?
Also, you think you’re not getting raptured but you are literally offering a good thing for people that won’t even pay you. Pretty sure Jesus would think you were dope.
Why helium?
You sure everybody got raptured and you’re not just in Australia?
Are they so dumb They don’t realize that when we pause a video we are likely not watching or even near our fucking phone or screen at that time?
They are just mad because nobody wants to give them money to look at their feet.
Someone up there ^ found the original post but not the gender swapped version. But it’s still a made up dumb story.
Sounds gender fluid. And real.
But the outside part covers the inside and is the only part that goes inside. The inside is still inside while being inside your ear protecting the inside of your ear from the inside of the earbud.
That same quote is in a lagwagon song. I think it’s a sound byte from the movie Jacob’s Ladder, because there’s a few others on that album from that movie but I might be wrong.
Buncha wankstains
Animaniacs slaps.
Absolutely not, but one can recognize the others disinterest and be ok with that and one won’t stop to think you couldn’t possibly not be interested in them, or care really care wether you are or not because you should be. The latter obviously Clint the douche.
Or you could do the super smart cheat code way and eat waaay too many mushrooms one night thinking you can handle it, then get your ego absolutely fucking annihilated, realize you are actually one with the entirety of the universe and therefore actually just one with the girl you wanna talk to as all things are intrinsically entwined and you’ve finally achieved total absolute understanding of life and existence itself and hope you can explain it to her after it wears off with that same clarity without using the words “I’m literally inside you”.
Or so I hear…
Nah, when it comes to social shit like that, you just have not give a fuck what people think about you anymore, because honestly, they probably fucking aren’t. You’d have to be pretty egotistical to think so, and if you were, you’d probably be one of those douche bags that bothers girls who don’t want to talk to them.
To me it looks like what I thought Macaulay Culkin would look like when he was older instead of what we got.