You've got to admit they're getting better...
...a little better all the time!
Dr. Weintraub enlarged my breasts to an F-cup and made my nipples nice and huge and blurry.
Weak Potion of Depilation. 75 Gold. Look it up, buddy.
Yo, we're just some fly honeys hanging out on the steps of this here church bein' fun-lovin' and free!
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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