There are virtually infinite things to shit on us Americans for, and most of them deservedly so. But this one ain’t it.
Give me peanut butter and chocolate or give me death.
There are virtually infinite things to shit on us Americans for, and most of them deservedly so. But this one ain’t it.
Give me peanut butter and chocolate or give me death.
Autism is stored in the balls
The New York Times continues to expose itself as a rag not even fit to wipe one’s ass.