there's an old man at the gym working out in boxer shorts a ribbed white tank top undershirt and black socks pulled up nearly to his knees and i have finally decided what i want to be when i grow up
i have a billion dollars now i can do anything legal or illegal with impunity as long as i don't violate the one moral taboo everyone across the political spectrum agrees on and is physically revolted by vs. but my weekend is free
one thing i've learned from this whole epstein files thing is that many more people should kill themselves during a suspicious gap in the surveillance video
now that the golden age of television is over tv shows should start creating companion games again to juice engagement. we should be able to play along on the home version of pluribus, heated rivalry, or pee-wee as himself.
your girl bro. she brought freixenet to a mateus party bro. she's confused the rich and varied winemaking traditions of the portuguese with those of the spaniards bro. she shouldn't conflate iberian frizzantes like that my guy.
no babe i didn't "read mein kampf". i mean i did, i read every word, cover to cover, but not like that babe. it's for our club. we're plunging ourselves into a world we once avoided to get outside of our left-leaning bubbles. yes i know it's on my nightstand. i'm in a club babe.