Once that bridge of trust had burnt down, all he could think about was pissing on its ashes.
If I was to make a cheesy and unnecessary ghost analogy involving myself, I’m more of a Casper-the-Friendly-Ghost type.
As much as growing up in the digital era has offered us an array of benefits, I can’t help but wonder what our lives would be like right now without it.
“We’re the only two real wreck-heads in this whole building, Tom.”
The weekend, food, fashion. We want everything faster. … It’s not about the money
Let’s be honest, we have all lied at some point in our lives.
Unlike so many, I love it when my friends enter into new relationships.
You know the kind of lady who makes pretty tame mistakes, but then crucifies herself for them? Well, that’s me.
It is not, and it has never been a compliment to hear that a man – more often than not, a Caucasian man – loves ebony porn.
What’s your number? The double entendre I fear the most.