Too bad Bob Marley's son looks like a strung out coke addict.
I'll be right over!
They always had this kind of language on The Dating Game. Oh how I hate that program. "Bachelor number one, if I pick you where would you take me on our date?" "Well Kim, I'd take you to a seedy bar, get you really drunk, go back to my place and bang the hell out of you, and then call you a cab while you're searching for your panties."
The male orgasm is a myth!
I don't see too many half-human half-hairbrush babies running around so I don't think "linda12" has anything to worry about.
This is what happens when you outsource the tech support jobs to India and give them computers.
I'm just angry all the time.
I hate the internet. I really do.
Hows about you, me, and five uncomfortable minutes in my basement apartment next to the dusty Christmas tree that's still up from my last visit with my estranged children.
The Upper Kitchen Cabinet Where Your Roommate Keeps His Food: You’ll 'need the footstool' to reach your roommate’s 'fine selection' of 'stale cereal,' but he'll never notice if 'only a little is missing from each box.' Feel less guilty by reminding yourself that Jeff 'acts weird around your girlfriend,' and always 'asks about her.' What a 'creep.'
This ain't your daddy's globe...! .... or is it?!
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