Before I began seeing my significant other I was a fan of his work, sometimes without knowing it was his. I guess he was also a fan of my face, obviously without knowing it was mine.
I’ve been spending a lot of time with this dog.
The dogs of Katrina, the dumbest prank ever, a serious discussion about books, fat bulimics, white trash people who drink milk as if it were a refreshing beverage, Len Bias, cocaine use, recreational…
When I found this picture of my brother at the Yankees parade it took me a second to notice that the woman who posted it (his best friend’s mother) used the following caption:
“For the last time, I am not showing you my tits!”
Aside from Dos & Don’ts, I think Vice is redundant garbage for people who think American Apparel is the answer to all of their ass-areas’ aesthetic problems. Luckily Gavin McInnes has branched off and decided to dedicate a lot of time to what’s really important: child abuse.
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Child abuse is so important.
This is why I smell good. I once met a girl who wore perfume that smelled like dirt. We probably should have stayed in touch.
