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Time to nut up or shut up. Shit just got real. Bring on the zombies.
Time to nut up or shut up. Shit just got real. Bring on the zombies.
Is it too early to be decorating for Christmas? I don't know, is it ever too early to celebrate the birth of Christ? Also, it's kinda a slow week for me, and I already got all the shit down from the attic.
Like the Matrix but with more sodomy.
Oh, you stopped watching it when Tina Fey left? I know, and the Obama impersonator is really rough this year, however...
So naturally, I said OF COURSE OMG WHAT DID ALEC SMELL LIKE IN REAL LIFE, DID HE LOOK REALLY IN LOVE, OR WOULD HE MAKE OUT WITH ME IF HE WAS DRUNK ENOUGH!?
You know, there are benefits to being good friends with your favorite erotic humorist. I mean, besides the late night texts when you're playing Porn Scattergories and you need a name for penis that starts with a T.
There were tears at first, but then there were cheers and laughs and cock jokes. As we do.
And thirty one minutes later, I cheered in my living room for a woman I had never met, who had just done one of the bravest things I'd ever seen.
When my Dish Network goes out every time it rains, or, like, clouds appear.
If you were to ask me, which was harder, applying fake lashes or childbirth without an epidural, I would say tie. No wait, the lashes, because the baby was gonna fall out, regardless, getting these suckers on straight was touch and go.