Ok, maybe that was just in my head. There is no rated R version so you can stop googling it.
I thought the ad was pretty good. In fact, it was my favorite commercial from the Rayper Bowl.
Bravery is cool. Confidence is sexy. Trading a shiner for a kiss? A well calculated move by our dorky hero, which she clearly enjoyed.
The old poat was getting stinky, so let’s have a new one!
Your dad used his iPad to forward me several racist jokes and to tell me that he likes this song because it reminds him of your mom.
Now, for the main event: It’s Boy vs. Ladyboy in The World Series of Pole!
Two women were out for a Saturday stroll. One had a Doberman and the other, a Chihuahua. As they walked down the street, the one with the Doberman said to her friend, “Let’s go over to that bar for a drink.”
I am sorry about getting into an argument about putting up the Christmas lights. I guess that sometimes I feel like you are pushing me too hard when you want something. I realize that I was wrong and I am apologizing for being such a hard-headed guy. All I want is for you to be happy and be able to enjoy the holiday season. Nothing brightens the Christmas spirit like Christmas lights! I took the time to hang the lights for you today; and now I will be off to the hockey rink.
Again, I am very sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I’ll be home later.
Her response -
I hope you studied. Or wore something sexy today.
Lawd Reekris! Get the fuckin’ water, hostages!
Welcome to another edition of BBF. I wrote this song yesterday (yes, it’s a Kim Wilde cover) for the kids that decided to throw David Axeldouche a little party in Taxachussettes. I suspect that there’s a large group of kids that have worked hard their whole lives, only to see their shot at a decent future pissed away by the whiny little Choom Gang bitches that put O-tard in office. Lets help these FLOA get a shot in life rather than settling for sucking uncle sugar’s tit and living in mom’s basement.
I’m sure that today’s model has graced this POS blog before, but fuck it, I had to work last night, and I’m pretty sure you pud whackers won’t really care anyway. She’s a bit fat, a bit fugly, but has great big giant knockers that even a fucker that believes her home country is responsible for death camps can admire. Please welcome Polish beauty, Ines Cudna!!!!!!!!