Unidentified frying object
Cheesy love confessions tend to at least reek with joy!
Cheesy love confessions tend to at least reek with joy!
“Like a moth to a flame”, the paparazzi wrote. How degrading.
The sun was trying hard to penetrate the fog after I had asked it not to go down on me.
I looked really mad, but at least I was nowhere near a horse’s ass.
That is, I am trying to get some inspiration, in the real sense of the word.
…but this photo is!
Nobody leaves!, someone in the park said, but that sounded contradictory to them.
The politician’s daughter was already speaking with a forked tongue. She was last seen shedding this.
…must be an iCloud.
According to legend, somewhere under there lay the land where marijuana was first legalized …