a couple years ago there was a guy who was like “oh i’m so bored and home alone” so i asked if he wanted to hang out and he said “if you want to” so i asked “do YOU want me to?” and he just kept saying “if you want to” so i said “ok im good then” and stayed home
a mí que seas creyente de cualquier religión me parece bien pero hacer estas cosas después de contratar prostitutas y personas con enanismo para tu circo de cumpleaños igual mucha lógica no tiene
Roomate who's never brought a guy home brought a 5'5 bald and bearded guy who's built like a brick wall but didn't tell me so I'm dancing in the kitchen with my headphones on and I just see out of the corner of my eye what I thought was a dwarf from the hobbit and screamed
Been in Italy for work this week and thinking again about how setting a country or region up for "tourism economy" is fundamentally a drawn out humiliation ritual for the native people, even worse for migrant workers that are brought in.
Te haces mayor, los años siguen pasando y tu vida va cambiando pero en la selección croata sigue jugando como titular el puto Ivan Perisic. Ese tipo es milenario, como los árboles.
Es de agradecer que nuestros hermanos portugueses se hayan solidarizado con España y hayan decidido jugar igual de mal que nosotros. El verdadero pacto Ibérico.
I don’t really come up with tweets. They punch through my psyche like asteroids through the atmosphere. I was eating a mandarin when “you have to make more money than her father if you ever want her to see you as a man” revealed itself. Is that true? Who knows. Your problem now
La pobre de mi hija mayor se ha despertado pidiéndome un rato de Teletubbies antes de ir a la guardería pero está desayunándose el final del Austria-Jordania porque la vida es dura.