Then I'd imagine you wouldn't be a neighborhood prostitute and run an onlyfans.
Although I shouldn't presume.
Then I'd imagine you wouldn't be a neighborhood prostitute and run an onlyfans.
Although I shouldn't presume.
I could crush a biscuit with butter and jam. A nice, unsalted butter. Maybe even sweet butter if you can swing it.
Ooh, that's something I didn't grok when I first saw these articles pop up. Everything is focused on the "no sex punishment" angle. But, for women, now sex is more of a Russian roulette with varying amounts of bullets based on luck and how much the man cares about contraception.
An accident could saddle them with an unwanted child. Or death outside a hospital because doctors are immobilized by "abortion bans".
And then immediately die. Gotta brainwash them early that phone bad.
The only time something from Trump was more than you bargained for is when it's either bills or consequences.
That's so sad...
That poor woman fell in love with an ignoramus.
Good point! Have they checked these laboratory mice to make sure their genes haven't been spliced?
Because the media loves to pretend anyone is an expert on everything. Assigning outsized significance to someone's words if they've ever been mentioned in any other nedia before. And sometimes even if they haven't.
That's...sad in a different way.
Pretty sure they were used in self-defense in a more dangerous era. Might be an urban legend though, I never verified.
Those donuts have divots.
Where is the jam secreted?
Thank you. Was that so hard?