A Crazy Taxi X Uber/Lyft skin pack would unironically probably sell well.
In two little buns, I’d presume.
Thank God for my Snap-On Strap-On.
I wish Stan Twitter had never started his company, at all.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure learning more about myself would make me simpler by definition.
Yeah, don’t you just click the little picture and it works?
We’re Amy Winehouse/Lindsay Lohan/Britney Spears. We love(d) the limelight, but it’s not so great when we’re spiraling downward.
I’m not a therapist. Is the idea that you forget about all of your problems because your balls are being tortured?
They seem cute until you find one scurrying around your kitchen in the middle of the night.
I love this idea and am filing it away for the imaginary future where I own a home and need more greenery, damn it! Because it’s going to be so lush and green. And there will be water and mountains and a rainbow…
He lives in a hut in the rainforest maybe?
Bank vault doors. With digital keypad entry systems. They’re really smart cats.
“How’s that heart attack treatin’ ya back there?”
Not only that, they “unlocked the sensory secrets of the penis and clitoris.” They gave those mice the absolute times of their lives.
I tried sarsparilla and it felt like the root beer equivalent of going from Coke to glass bottle Mexican Coke. It just tasted a little bit richer/better to me. But I also like an occasional Virgil’s root beer, which is kind of its own thing.
Get to look at this garlic bread for no reason.