
God help you if you choose to poop where you make your money. read on >
God help you if you choose to poop where you make your money. read on >
“Bye, honey, I’m going to the office now. And put on something sexy later, Mama’s taking you out when she gets home.” read on >
To put it bluntly, she was being borderline racist. read on >
Watch your f***in’ mouth, buddy. read on >
“I would, bro, I swear, but the little stinkers hate me.” read on >
I just remain still as a single tear rolls down my cheek. read on >
People are high-fiving and hugging, and we all agree that what happened was a magical moment. read on >
“That beard… it’s so soft-looking, so well-kept. You’ve got the job! Oh, you’re also Ashton Kutcher? Even better.” read on >
A man of many talents. read on >
“I need to find a conversation starter,” you think to yourself. read on >