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Not delayed. Lost.
As in, they have no record of it ever having existed.
I’m sitting at the airport facing the distinct possibility of a Thanksgiving holiday with literally the clothes on my back.
Somewhere back at LAX, I imagine there is a TSA break room where Shanaynay and Shaniqua are wearing my blonde and red wigs while singing karaoke into my travel dildo.
I’m ready to stuff a courtesy shuttle full of their travel vouchers and corporate policy, douse it in jet fuel, and light a match off the teeth of this bitch’s fake smile.
I swear to god if they didn’t have free wifi, I’d already have single-handedly raised the threat level.
T&T&A by Tony Stamolis
Tacos and tits and ass. A coffee table book featuring topless tattooed women and cheap-ass Mexican food.
Against my better judgment, this is going on my christmas list.
I should keep a tin of these in my purse.
Brenn Di Ega Kjerke (Burn Your Own Church), Black Strobe
At a minute thirty, just start breakin’ shit.
Come on, Friday. Bring it.
This article infuriated me. As if I needed one more reason never to step foot in another one of those hell holes. I hope they all burn down, starting with the one in Niles, Michican.
“On bad sex… took your advice. Best night we had, for me at least. Made it all about me. He didn’t orgasm, and I didn’t care. He was thrilled by my change of attitude towards it all as well. Nice work Coke Talk, you did me well.”
I promise, you will enjoy this mess.
Sure, these bitches are sexy as fuck, but all I see is that one missing cupcake. Where’s the cupcake? What are they doing with that cupcake?!