At the intersection of poverty and hunger is a terrible place called Totino's.
At the intersection of poverty and hunger is a terrible place called Totino's.
How did THAT get in my belly button? (I'm asking for a friend.)
Mmm. Tamales for dinner. Hot ones. (The candy kind.)
I may be nearly bald, but inside there's an even bald-er man just dying to get out. Fucker.
“Skinny jeans” or denim labia cozy with integrated leg tubes?
Nooo, I didn't mistakenly tuck my pajama leg into my sock. I'm thinking of taking a late nite bike ride. Or trying out for baseball in 1910.
I'm quitting the Internet to learn farming and guns. You know – the jobs of the future.
Ok. Seriously. Give me like two Miss Haloways and a Peggy and I'll be set for life.
Ladies Love Cool Fedge
Man, it's getting rough out there. Now I'm starting to despise couples in stock photography, even.
