Judy Hopps and her fat ass. They knew what they were drawing.
Judy Hopps and her fat ass. They knew what they were drawing.
Not a drop of fluid left. His last nut was a puff of star dust.
When you walk into work on Monday morning and the beat starts pumping and guitar riffs are ramping up.
Fake it till you make it baby!
“Oven fuel doesn’t melt the muffin tray!”
The Fast and the Right to Repair
CoP of negative 10.
Is that the one with Donkeys and Stallions? Hot stuff.
Would you stay there if you were a woman?
The Matrix was powered by people. Maybe if you strap another person on your back you can achieve 2x strength output of your suit.
For me the same. It also acts as a really strong reminder that I just wasted so much valuable time. It’s good that Lemmy for now is not as addictive.
I’m glad somebody laughed for us today.
Not my proudest fap.
Good name for a whore house.
The correctional officer saying to Trump in his cell: “Who are you going to call?”
Goth Tinkerbell with her chemical powders.
That made a python interface wrapper arround VB Script.
The market is finally correcting itself.
Moon Moon is going to clap those pale cheeks as retaliation.