Apparently, you can do that shit online these days as well. But it was extra awkward since I was there trying to help them get through it (because they suck at the internet), meanwhile I’m reading about all this stuff I’d get once they pass away; money, both cars, the house. Now it just feels weird. None of that shit would ever replace what they mean to me.
How come when I type in “strippers’ in Google, all the videos are of chicks having sex with male strippers? What is that? Is this another “chicks get away with everything” situation? Cause dudes can’t really do that in places (or even touch them in certain clubs) but here’s a whole bunch of chicks taking turns on a dick and passing it around like a blunt.
When I see a picture on here of an old homeless white man holding a sign that says how music sucks, and that he misses J. Dilla… am I supposed to not think random “creative” backpack negros found him on the street and paid him to do that shit? Or am I really supposed to believe this man would truly make a sign about how much he misses Dilla opposed to a sign begging for food or money?
Not sneaking into the girl’s P.E. shower back in the day in school. That was a once in a lifetime opportunity, because back then if you were a really fast runner, you could get away with it. You were a perverted kid, so they’d just slap you on the wrist and a call it a day if you got caught.
Me and my homies did get to see a chick living near the school tanning naked in her backyard, so I guess that kind of made up for it. Even though we got caught…
It used to be real bad when I was a teen, then it got more tolerable. Now I’m just desperate for some relief.
Now I see why white people like doing all that crazy shit. Before the Summer is done, I think I’m going to go skydiving, and I want to swim with sharks, and do some other shit. I’m about to let Johnny Knoxville lead me to the promised land… the land where there is no boredom.
People will grasp what hes sayin in wrong context he should record his own video& put it out. Media will manipulate what they want. And if you noticed, he’s expressing his own opinion and the guy says he’s wrong and then don’t let him speak either.
That’s what Fox does. They never let people finish, they gotta make it spicy and entertaining for their uncultured and closeminded watchers.
I find it insanely funny that these people seem to be so anti-rap and anti-rappers, but they love digging through rap songs to find lyrics they can talk about.
Pour cereal into bowl, pour milk onto cereal, eat spoonful of cereal, look down and notice a few insects swimming on top of cereal, spit out cereal, clean up cereal on floor that I spat out, dump entire bowl in garbage, praying I didn’t swallow one.
Fucking bugs probably had an orgy in my Honey Bunches Of Oats. I’m not with that shit.
Most girls obsessed with being classy and being a lady are usually not very good at sex. That’s the male assumption… that she gets hype and horny over a new LV bag but when it comes to bed, she’s boring and unenthusiastic. And usually, that’s the case.
So when they’re like, “I can’t believe he chose that slut over me, he has no taste”… the girl really has no idea. Maybe if you actually developed your sexuality instead of running away from it, that wouldn’t have happened. Nobody is saying you should be loose all the time, but shit… being a prude isn’t winning you any lifetime morality awards.
It’d be nice if Tumblr came up with a way to let you make sure certain posts (certain types, or from certain people) are a priority over others. Maybe a section on the side that showed prioritized blogs. I have a 22 inch monitor and it kinda sucks how much unused space this site has.
I’d definitely like to see pics of ass sometimes opposed to a 5 paragraph essay over why a chick chooses not to pop X pills, but that’s just me. Maybe your priority is the opposite, and that’s totally dope. Just saying, priority should be a feature.
This bird pulled a fish out of the canal out back. He walked around with him in his beak, waiting for him to suffocate. The fish obviously had a lot of heart, so he kept fighting until the bird dropped him on the grass. Then the bird stabbed him a couple times with his beak, then picked him back up. The fish was still wiggling, but the bird was tired of his shit, so he swallowed him anyway while he was still alive. Then he drank some water to rinse it down.
The way they kiss their girl’s ass all day and all night. “Man, she is so amazing, you wouldn’t believe. She’s the greatest girl of all time, I swear. I am so blessed and lucky to have her”… blah blah.
Its great that you feel that way. I’m happy she knows you feel that way about her too. Do you really need to express that shit every single day though? Especially to people who aren’t her? Why?
This doesn’t even include the fact that some chicks themselves hate that shit, and they consider it a forewarning that dude is a psycho. There’s a fucking red flag going up in her head that says he’s liable to throw a brick through her car after a petty argument, cry about it in a corner afterwards, and then call her 10 times later to make up. And if she doesn’t call him back immediately, he’s probably going to consider suicide due to depression. I feel for chicks… I know they’re in an uncomfortable situation sometimes. She just doesn’t want to risk dude running after her with a knife Chucky style, so she laughs at all of his stupid jokes and embraces all of the corny overuse of love.
I’m going through a bunch of movies from the early 90s that I saw as a kid. Back then I skimmed through them and didn’t know wtf was going on, but its fun to watch them again now as an adult (in HD, no less).
The verdict is… I can’t believe I was entertained by some of this shit. Also, I’m more thankful that special effects have gotten so much better (even though they still suck).
There was this one movie I rented from the video store down the block in NYC like a million times. It was a Japanese movie with ninja kids. I wanna see that again so bad, but I know any positive memory I had of it will shatter if I did (it was made in ‘86 after all).