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She was like the poster child for she-mullet.

It depends on how much time you made them spend with the animal. From experience, spend enough time around cows and you may become a lobbyist for the beef industry. Definition of bovine 1 :of, relating to, or resembling bovines and especially the ox or cow a bovine disease 2 :having qualities (such as placidity or dullness) characteristic of oxen or cows "had a stupid, bovine expression on his face"

Is she allowed to talk?

Indulging you, rudimentary understanding of physics and complete lack of understanding of anatomy. Draw for me a 68-70 inch person with 46 inch arms. Unless you have his shoulders emanating from the top of his head he'll be stepping on his fingers. 😄

Fidelio?

Right? I mean it's taking up the valuable space that's dedicated to the next earth shatteringly profound TT hot take. Now those are comedy gold, Jerry...

I'm sure my mom's truly disappointed she missed out on such quality companionship.

Happy Birthday my Libra brotha.

You were thinking about using a dildo when you were creating your account? What kind of forum did you think this was, exactly?

...mulligatawny this side of the soup nazi, who, contrary to the pop culture representation, is not called this because of his demeanor but because of the character he assumes in his S&M role play with TBD's own...

So you're saying you weren't a Kelly fan, then?

He looks like a giant peach with moobs.

...chicken beak, a dish that he likes to refer to as Gugny's tasty peckers, a recipe handed down...

I don't think Ducasse does as well in the Nespresso commercials, otherwise it's a wash.

Word on the street was not from the Bucs game, but was actually the byproduct of a wicked infection that Brady got from wiping back to front.

It's a theory with merit. If it works, TT may just end up on the wall next to Kyle Orton.

Was gonna say, am I missing something, or are 90% of the people replying in this thread missing something...

...DevilGirl's dark master, Bill Belicheat, steps from the shadows and implores her...

junk, or is it post... we'll go with junk, because

taste like chicken and who

hungry inmates and their

edible

scented

So... he's Joe Webb?