Oh I don’t mean homemade. I meant regular bread. I don’t bake. I cook. But good to know!
I got in an argument with a toaster and now I lost a bet and I’m here just to get my house back.
Oh I don’t mean homemade. I meant regular bread. I don’t bake. I cook. But good to know!
I put mine in the fridge. Why? It lasts longer.
Have you been to California?
But every other state despises that we can. It’s a real nut punch when other states are jealous of our GDP.
I have made countless attempts to make a personal statement about their pictures or interests and like zero responses. When I just do something stupid or not even think of it, an actual conversation.
I met my GF through bumble too but only because we knew each other and didn’t realize we both were divorced now. So I just texted her.
You read way more than I do when watching porn
Doesn’t look totally real to me. I have full sleeves. First, the sheen on her skin is exactly the same throughout. She just poked many small holes in her skin and injected ink. It probably wouldn’t be totally uniform. Secondly, there is zero blood. That is rare as fuck. And third, there is no ointment after. That would prevent the blood and look different on the skin to prevent infection.
I think it’s fake. A decent fake. But a fake.
DeFranco lost me when he went too political. As do most entertainers. There is something when they go political, they lose what got the audience interested in the first place. Same with Rogan. The appeal is a bunch of random funny news rather than the same boring crap.
I was trying to add to it!
The problem is, that is the cake’s sole purpose. If it isn’t consumed it doesn’t mature and yield more cake. The analogy is a well known idiom, but it sounds a bit short when you think about it.
I mean sure. But this is shit post. There aren’t many boundaries for shit posting.
“five years” what happened 6 years ago?
One of the news outlets reported that. But nevermind reading what is actually written.
No it wasn’t. He has zero injuries. It could even been a shard of glass on the stage. Stages are dirty fucking things that no one cleans once they are up.
Why hasn’t he had one? He’s been there. Why isn’t it done? Huh?
Let’s ask him what he asks her. Like every day.