Back in my prison days, we had a term for the times when we awkwardly stumbled in on two guy spooning…they always said they were just laying there listening to the radio…but there’s a pretty good chance they were actually noodling instead!
Depending on your level of confidence…I imagine some of the young bucks around here might feel a little awkward when one pops up at the end of class when the bell rings and they have to stand up and walk all the way across campus…but, I mean, it’s all a matter of whether or not they care, right? I mean, it’s not like anyone’s going to say anything about it?
no they didn’t. they played a fucking game.
don’t confuse grown-up men running around playing kick-to-kick in the mud as a real fucking thing, you easily amused, easily confused, brain-dead, consumer fuckhead.
Not much of an insult though. Yes I work, yes I pay for things, yes I enjoy the things I pay for. You might want to find a better rock. Particularly if you don’t live in a commune, grow your own food, make your own clothes, etc.
of course I am.. I’m a bloke
You could lure me into the back of a strange van with a sign that said ‘free sex, food, beer, live music or sports inside’
hey, you know it’s funny but I can’t help but imagine anything you post being spoken by Alice in wonderlands Queen of hearts (mainly the new Helena Bonham-Carter version, but occasionally the original cartoon one)