Do women get scammer friend requests on social networks from sexy dudes with their shirts off or bulging packages showing?
This is a collection of 19,780 things that my ADHD mind has puked out over the last 18.81 years.
Check out my latest entries below, some of my top remarks or some things that I love or wish for.
Do women get scammer friend requests on social networks from sexy dudes with their shirts off or bulging packages showing?
Hey, good morning. Is anyone making good, old fashioned, murder rap anymore?
Man. Bummer to hear about Norm MacDonald.
If you haven't seen it, watch the moth joke that he told on Conan. It's one of my most favorite ever...
What a dude, he was.
youtu.be/jJN9mBRX3uo
Gimme that new iPhone 13 Pro. And for the first time ever, I’m maybe considering an Apple Watch.
Ad content has really shifted since I googled, “best male thong” over the weekend.
Problem: I’m ready for more tattoos, but I don’t have any subject matter ideas.
Can anyone tell me where to buy a nice bit rot jpg for fifty thousand dollars? I’ve just got some extra money that I would like to use to improve my rich white tech boy status.
I love football. Big strong boys. Slammin n rammin. Very strong.
Dang. These San Bernardino Saints are smoking the Sconsin Packer boys.
I don’t love football, but I love the tradition of talking shit during the Iowa vs Iowa State football game. 46-22
Nice catch, blanco nino. But too bad your ass got saaaaaaaaaaaacked
I mean, black jerseys ARE cooler than maroon and yellow ones.
Went out to meet a bunch of really good friends that I’ve not seen in a very long time and forgot to bring my camera to document it… dammit.
I ate a lot of garlic today. Who wants a smooch?
A dude that I work with just said that he eats Cheetos with chopsticks to avoid the messy fingers.
TODAY IN IOWA WE WILL WATCH OUR FAVORITE COLLEGE FOOTBALL TEAM BECAUSE THIS IS ALL WE’VE GOT OK?
Today has been good. Yoga. Dogs. Friends. Tacos. Speeding. Beer. Sushi. Wifey.
I’m gonna listen to a korn album and see what that’s like.
That feeling when you open up the record mismatch letters from the IRS
IT’S CHAINSAW TIME