She has a nice little ass but she is disturbingly lanky. She’s like the daughter of a Slender Man.
Oh yeah, Michael Vick didn’t actually have sex with dogs unlike you know who.
sasha has a normal little girl booty…just the kind i approve of.
he won’t bcuz then he’d have to admit that lindsay lohan looks better.
i have nothing to add to this black man conversation
except this
Cue Chris Rock:
“There’s some goooood pussy under this gut!”
the popularization of “thick” is ruining america.
The girl in the pic is right–there is a difference between “thick” and “fat”. Unfortunately, she does not seem to understand that difference.
She didn’t hit the wall. The word “hit” connotes a quick transition, she merely aged and gained weight over a span of years. (I kept track)
Considering the fact that she’s been a sexpot for close to 40 years, I’m impressed.
Hell, even in Jackie Brown she was sexy as hell and she was damn nearing 50.
Lindsay Lohan on the other hand hit the wall, reversed, and stepped on the gas again.
<3
“thick” is what guys say about their out of shape girl when they want to pretend that she’s closer to kim kardashian than gabrielle sidibe.
Wow. A real life Jynx pokemon. I thought I never see that. The resemblance is uncanny.
I apologize for listening to old songs by one of the biggest bands in the last 20 years. Had I known you didn’t like them, I never would have been in the presence of someone who was listening to them on the radio.
Please accept my most sincere apology.
My thoughts on this Jack and Jill movie
That is awesome.
And sady true.
R.I.P. Mr. Farley, Mr. Gilmore
And fuck you, Jack.
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I hate waking up so early on a Saturday when I have something to do for a change later… I’m most likely going to be dead tired by the time the homecoming game starts later this afternoon. Sheeeit, I almost don’t even want to go to it anyway. There’s so many mixed/conflicting emotions with this situation, I couldn’t even begin to describe it in a way that others would understand.
…which reminds me of another super-power that would be handy in times like this… multiplicity or self-cloning, whatever you want to call it. The perfect surreal solution to this would be to create a magic clone of myself to attend that event, while my other self continues to chill out at home over this wonderful 3-day weekend (the ideal vacation to me is to sit around and do absolutely NOTHING. No joke, that’s vacation bliss to me. Why ruin your time off by going somewhere or dealing with people? eh, that’s just me though). I’d do that with most other situations in life, of course…just hang out here at home while the other me goes out to fulfill certain obligations like work and social interactions with other people. I’d be perfectly fine with that. Of course the clone would eventually be killed if it ever tried to completely take over my life…they must be reminded of their place in the grand scheme of things at some point, y’know…kill the son of a bitch and summon a new one later if necessary. Yeah, that would be great. There are so many things about life and the way it works that annoys the hell out of me 24/7. If Life Itself were a person, I’d keep the bitch locked up in a secluded underground area, where I can beat and torture the little shit forever.
You left out the most important reason to have cloning powers:
Double teaming twins.
Seriously, Million - your hedonism meter is slipping dangerously low.
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Girlfriend’s aunt died of cancer. Funny thing is that her Aunt had that match up beat 9-1. Bitch ass Cancer came back 4 times. That fourth time though, I think she just disconnected and called it a day. Died peacefully like a motherfucking boss; no heart monitor, no respirators, just said “I’m good.” As soon as I see some ass hole with a stand up to cancer shit or give a pink ribbon, I am going going to savagely beat him with my balls in honor of both her aunt and Spider Jersusalem. None of us just randomly forget cancer. We don’t wake up one day and say “Hey, what’s the name of that random cell distortion that just eats your body and just has fun deciding where to start? Was it Salmonella?” those fuckers could do some good by making sure I knew where all that fucking money went and then told those people to print out periodical updates.
Fat women have shit twisted meaning fat is curvy.
Curvy women too many times think they’re fat.
Skinny healthy girls get too much shit for being naturally skinny.
Anoxeric girls are out of their damn mind.
Sasha Gray has a great body; it may not be the ridiculous proportions that some people like, but it is a banging body.
Fuck Cancer.
oh capcom stays on the troll of megaman fans. Shit is too good lol
I kinda feel you on that Pertho. My best friend’s mother lived through 4 of them and now she’s back in the hospital because the transplant she got 3 years ago is causing trouble.
You want to raise awareness? Everybody fucking knows about cancer. Raise money instead. Someone saying “I am now aware cancer exists” ain’t ever done shit to help anyone.
The existence of cancer = more proof that the world and “the human condition” generally sucks by default, and that God probably doesn’t care. (*That’s assuming you believe in the existence of a supreme being, of course.) Either He/It is indifferent like the cosmic equivalent of an absentee father… or He/It is evil, take your pick.
Kylie Erica Mar is one of the hottest asians I’ve seen in years… she’s on right now (CWkids) with that show “Made in Hollywood: Teen Edition”. Really, if the choice was her or Brenda Song…that might actually be a difficult decision. I’d flip a coin.
Shake-weight commercial is on now…yeah, it’s still funny. It’s like a SNL skit that somehow became a legitimate product.
Cancer awareness and raising money for cancer research is pretty fickle. People unabashedly care about one cancer over all the others. Skewing funding numbers. Some people are even against raising funding for other equally important cancers.
Manscaping. Do you guys do it?