I fell in love with a guy three years back when I saw a shirtless pic of him on my girl's phone. Since then, he's had his way with most of my girlfriends. But none of them understand him like I do. Am I making a mistake trying to turn this man into a one-…
We're in a recession for crying out loud. Times are hard and everybody has to have a hustle, even if that hustle involves urine-soaked dirty drawers. I won't hate if you do it, just don't put a return address on your pee and panties package.
I think it'd be really cool if there were some Caspers around, some nice ghosts that I could just hang out, watch the game, or listen to music with. That would be great. They could keep me company but they wouldn't eat all my food or dirty up my place.
I want to tell you about a real-life vigilante I used to know named Ray Dog. He wasn't a big guy, he was just a very, very good fighter. His two brothers were well-versed in martial arts, and they taught him how to fight.