It’s Friday.
Get your buttholes ready.
It’s Friday.
Get your buttholes ready.
It’s Friday.
Get your buttholes ready.
It’s Friday. Show somebody your butthole.
I love the smell of coffee and butthole jokes first thing in the morning.
Wednesday needs more butthole.
Wednesday needs more butthole.
it’s the middle of the week
we could all use more butthole
Wednesday would be a lot better if you go fuck yourself.
My era can beat up your era.
I don’t romanticize eras that have worse plumbing.
It’s ok if you don’t like my shit posts, I’ll be here all week.
That’s ok, your posts suck too.
That’s ok, your posts suck too.
“Your posts suck!”
he posted, suckingly
I keep posting posts no one likes.
I keep posting posts no one likes.
I see you don’t care for my posts.
*posts*
It’s ok if you don’t like my posts, I’ll be here all weekend.
I don’t remember 90% of the things I say on here
I’m sure it’s all pure gold tho
Sorry for the things I said when I was right.
The feminine urge to always be right.
I’m not proving you’re wrong, I’m proving I’m right.
Canadian ribs are like regular ribs except they apologize for being too saucy.
I’d do some filthy things to a rack of ribs.
-Me, flirting.
I’d do some filthy things to a rack of ribs.
-Me, flirting.
Canadian ribs are like regular ribs except they apologize for being too saucy.
I was my tv’s favorite kid growing up.
We go together like ribs and BBQ sauce.
We go together like ribs and BBQ sauce.
Him: You smell amazing.
Me: Thanks, it’s BBQ sauce.