We’re looking at a high pressure adorable front, with fetch speeds reaching up to 10 MPH.
He is sporting cool shades and a leather briefcase, sipping at a Capri Sun pouch like he is cock of the walk. He spots a sexy prepubescent girl at her locker down the hall a ways. Travis approaches her briskly and with the utmost confidence.
“Eighteen yet?” he asks her without shame.
From Vogue calling 2014 the era of the big booty, to Twitter proclaiming Iggy and Macklemore the “King and Queen of Rap,” white people are claiming it all.
They know who’s down to fuck.
“I kind of want to make out with you in the bathroom, though.”
“Is this a real daycare?”
I thought the word for a girl’s “private parts” was “bagina.”
That’s right, punk, the IRON price.
“But — what?” you’re probably thinking, “Don’t roll up my sleeves? That goes against everything my mother has ever taught me.” To which I say: Yes. That is precisely my point.
It’s that time of year again people – time to get your flu shots and pray for mercy while silently evaluating how many sick days you have left.