Not sure if this is a photo or a painting of this dick.
How did that man get a microphone?
It’s not nearly the grossest part of my body either.
But they are too wet with tears.
Roll over, Beethoven.
Nice knowing you, Fred.
I’ve got my makeup on and I’m all ready for church!
Like maybe the one pictured, for instance.
There’s gotta be a better way to spend my Saturday.
There are TOO MANY white people in this picture.
"I’m not addicted to cocaine. I just love the way it smells."
I’m pretty much a cannabis connoisseur.
Everybody we talk to is always like, “When are you jerks gonna do Tracy?” and “We want a bunch of Tracy Chapman cards!” and “Gimme one reason you shouldn’t do A LOT of Tracy Chapman cards, you assholes!”
FINE, everybody. HERE.
I ONLY fart around large groups of people.