At this point my only chances of leaving a legacy that isn’t accomplished by my seeds is either
A) continue to get better cooking and end up high profile somehow
Or
B) become known as that guy that scream sings love songs with my windows down through westvale after shifts
This might be a weird first tweet in a while but it came up today, I’ve been debilitatingly horny most of my teenage/ adult life and still never even thought about fucking a tube sock, what the fuck are you people on?
Last time I saw joe guy I told him I was fucked up from red tape and fees from a dwi I got when I was 21 and he laughed at me and bragged about how he had just got one but it was swept under the rug. Can’t imagine how he and his abusive dad handled “international development”
They don’t call repeated infractions on purpose so they can call it at a pivotal point in the game and change the game flow to their liking, happened last night on the last drive and has been happening for years.
This is what happens when the market is so competitive you have to waive home inspections and other important health and safety aspects to even compete on buying a house. Fucking nightmare.
I don’t think it’s wrong, doing 100 but they tell me to take it slow. But I never put my foot on the brake oh no, I never put my foot on the brake oh no.
Parenting an almost 3 year old and a one year old is pretty much making sure a raging goku doesn’t hurt this helpless little dopey chicken that lives at your house.
Michael’s been begging for Ryder from paw patrol to come over and I’m like fine cool, he’s coming soon. Now today he wants the whole paw patrol over. Won’t leave the window till they get here. I rent one floor how am I supposed to accommodate the entire paw patrol?
I’ve joked like this before, but seeing how many people are commenting on this saying they could do it better or they forgot one of the best chefs in the world could actually cook destroys my faith in common sense. You mf’s couldn’t even outcook me and I only been at it 3 years.
“Don’t talk about it be about it” from a fat bastard stuffing his face, behind security, cameras, and the safety of knowing Russ can’t do anything back in this setting. Dude would call 911 immediately if someone showed up to his job talking shit like this.