relax buddy, it’s just spelling.
Be still my heart. No, seriously, it isn’t beating.
here’s a little proof that whenever you have a good idea, no matter how brilliant you think it is, there will always be someone, somewhere in the world who thought of it first.
way to go, america.
it’s getting warm out, i can tell because i’m getting my annual cravings to lick sergeant slaughter.
man. saturday night was craaazy.
fashion is so fucking stupid.
i love it when the synopsis of a movie contains things that never actually happened.
“In his final battle, Randy bodyslams Andre the Giant to a sold out Silverdome, thus saving the life of Ravishing Rick Rude.”
I MAKE THINGS HAPPEN.
i associate snacking with removing a woman’s uterus so, yes, i will make an appointment.
also, bonus points for creating a word that contains both “hunger” and “rectum” (it’s misspelled but don’t front, it says it.)
