I think the term “mop top” is pretty damn accurate here.
It’s the time of year where whale tails start coming out of hibernation.
Well I don’t think there is enough booze in the whole store to get me drunk enough to do the other thing with you.
For being rare creatures, I see an awful lot of unicorns at Walmart.
Might as well change the name from Geo Metro to Geo Sextro with all the chicks you’re gonna have to bat away.
These taste a lot like bitches, money, cars and the f-word for some reason.
Damn hipsters and their throwback parking brakes.
Does dealing with all the Walmart bullshit earn a merit badge now?
Air Jesus sandals, shorty short shorts, skin-tight tank. It’s like you wanted a whole outfit but settled for like 40% of each thing instead.
Looks like Santa Claus is filling in for Super Mario for the week.
Nothing makes you feel more like a man than those pants coming down and seeing a pink lacy thong…typically that’s when you’re with a woman and she has one on so I’m not sure if it still holds true when you’re the one wearing them.
Makes sense that Freddy would be at a Walmart since it’s a nightmare every time I have to go there for anything.
Say hello to Gabe Brown from Alaskan Bush People…whatever the f*ck that is.
To me, the only thing wrong here is the business in the front. You’re a kid, it should be all party all the time.
Sir, there is nothing bootylicious about you. Even that demented Thomas the Tank Engine looking thing on your short shorts is doing its best Mr. Yuck impression.
These are the mean streets of Walmart punk. You come around here shit gets snatched. Complain to your Uber driver on your way home bitch.
Stop distracting us from your terrible tattoos. I mean, it works but just temporarily because we end up having to look away anyway!
Even babies know, milk is about the only thing to get nutrition from when you only have your gums to work with.
“F*ck this sh*t.” – Batman
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