I control the spice I control the universe
remind me to stop eating at the Old Country Buffet...
I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was, 'the man goes on top and the woman underneath'. For three years my husband and I slept on bunk beds.
Shag the lot of you... I shall return forthwith to my domicile.
She could never imagine that one day this would be so mainstream.
Dry clean only?
Presenting the 1953 Buick Expensive well-dressed back-seat hussy standard!
Well we had to hock the washing machine, the piano and all the furniture but we managed to buy out Bloomingdales' entire spring collection!
Nessie doesn't like it when you pee in her living room.
As you can clearly see this man is NOT a terminator.
Continue to play that fashionable piece, Caucasian male.
A TESTIMONIAL from the prettiest girl in chemo.
Old, Old Spice I'm on your ass
This is called "The Brown Note"
B*tch, calm yourself. I wasn't tryina holla.