Don’t be fucking rude.
We all know what black cotton panties really mean.
What gets wetter the more it dries? A towel!
I love long nails. They give me energy.
Why was Santa’s little helper so depressed? He had very low elf esteem.
Listen to you brag about your diet.
I could totally do this. But better.
“Do you love me? How much? And is this love solely dependent on me continuing to feed you chicken that I’ve hand shredded for you?”
I live for this shit.
Lord Disick, Bitch.