If I were asked to qualify one, sure. It’s a love story about a gay couple. It’s a gay love story. If they were Indonesian it would be an Indonesian love story.
If I were asked to qualify one, sure. It’s a love story about a gay couple. It’s a gay love story. If they were Indonesian it would be an Indonesian love story.
I loved the episode but it is very much a gay story
It’s a robot reading a book of arcane knowledge you degenerate
I have no idea what this means
Can it run Crysis?
Which instance? I can see the b word in the original comment but yours literally says “removed” like, “taken away”.
Yes if you go to 20 years ago
Where can I get ranch flavored cig filters?
If you just do the side quests before progressing the main quests you should have no problem progressing in any borderlands game. You should never have to go farm unremarkable areas that don’t have side quests.
You could significantly increase productivity by sticking the straw through the hot dog first and then slicing.
Poke poke poke
You take that back
I don’t hate the planet. I hate my future grandchildren. I have to make sure they suffer.
I have no snout yet I must oink.
Why is that even a thing? It’s a dryer. I want it dry. It’s not called a damper.
It was in NYC on a not very busy road late at night and Donglover was outside with some of the other cast just to chat with fans. This was in 2009 I think so before he blew up in popularity. He talked to me and my friends for a little while and remembered me from when I went to a Derrick improv show a few years prior.
I was not in the least bit intoxicated but I guess the lack of sleep combined with talking to some of my favorite comedians gave me some kind of high. There was a group of college age guys, probably 10-15 of them, on the other side of the road drinking beer and being obnoxious. One of them threw a bottle into the street and it shattered.
In my infinite wisdom, I yelled at them, called them littering motherfuckers or words to that effect. They immediately started crossing the street to fuck my shit up. Donald steps in front of me and yells “he’s drunk he didn’t mean it!”. They decided to turn around and continue on their way instead of kicking my ass. Donald turns around, grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me, saying “you can’t say that shit here!”
I owe that man my life.
Fun anecdote I tell at every opportunity: Donald Glover saved me from getting my ass kicked by a bunch of drunk New Yorkers outside the theater at a premiere of Mystery Team.
Recreational sports should have no boundaries. When you get into professional sports, the topic becomes a lot more dicey.
There are Americans who own chickens and Americans who’ve never touched one. It’s a big country. This post applies mostly to city folk.
I’ve had more dick in my mouth than your mother, don’t call me a bigot for using adjectives.