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| So I'm standing at the line in the bank when everyone starts lining up to the window with the hot chick... but... I know it's the longest line, but I still go and I realise... | |
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| I'm a sheep! I'm a fucking sheep! And I think to myself, what if I don't want to be a sheep...? What if I want to be a kangaroo, or a tiger... or something y'know? | |
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| Yeah, I usually get that midway through the tampon section at the supermarket, but I just think... if you like the taste of tampons so much what's the harm in eating them? | |
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| What does that have to do with anything? | |
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| I'm just saying if a guy should choose to eat tampons then he has the right to, jeez, why do you have to be so judgemental? | |
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