In a way, you're the rude one, for making me laugh. So I don't feel bad, is what I'm saying, about the laughing and the rudeness.
Some things we're all better off not knowing.
"MeatFlower here with a few tips about dating abroad." "Dating a broad? hahaa" "Try to be a little classy, please."
No responses? Hmm, I wonder what that means. Maybe I should message everyone individually, to find out why they didn't respond. No one has responded to those yet either. I wonder why not! Maybe I'll message them again.
Skipping to the end ... and ... No, next question.
Depressing violins, depressing violins, comedy kazoo.
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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