While we're at it, we should ban sunshine and rainbows and kittens and the smell of a new pack of Pokemon cards and everything else wonderful in the world.
After several long minutes of intense squeezing and secretion of a yellow, mucos-like goo, the large pimple finally burst into a violent volcano of pus of blood onto the adjacent wall; the man shrieked out in delighted agony and proceeded to stick his finger into the wound, squishing around at the muscle and tissue in his back.
Please join a debate team. Not because you'd win, but because it'd be hilarious.
"Hey Jen, I think I'm going to give my virginity to Brad next weekend."
"Holy shit, Ashley! You're pregnant?!"
banjo twang
Actually, there's 2 things wrong.
(Bracing for negative votes)
"Why can't I be as cool as him?"
I mean that's what I assume someone would say about me if I ever left my house.
"I'd like a Coke"
"Is Pepsi ok?"
"Bitch you bettah be playin'"
I've heard some people think it's the microphone.
While we're at it, we should ban sunshine and rainbows and kittens and the smell of a new pack of Pokemon cards and everything else wonderful in the world.
"I slept with God last night."
After several long minutes of intense squeezing and secretion of a yellow, mucos-like goo, the large pimple finally burst into a violent volcano of pus of blood onto the adjacent wall; the man shrieked out in delighted agony and proceeded to stick his finger into the wound, squishing around at the muscle and tissue in his back.
"Dad, we read in school about chemotherapy. They actually pumped poison into sick people's bodies as a form of treatment?"
"Well son, that was before scientists invented magic."
You have a vast vocabulary.
In that case, I'm going to name my son Ssadab
And somewhere, millions of friendzoned bastards are weeping.
Compliment its fur.