That little tail wag kills me
It keeps getting better and he smiles the whole time like a freaking boss. Like yeah that might not be cool today, but man I was a badass then like I am now. And that was brilliant pop tarts and condoms. DTF and eat whenever, where ever.
"Can you smell what The Rock is cooking?"
"…Smuckers and lube?"
i love the Women Against Feminism that are like “I dont need feminism because i can admit i need my husband to open a jar for me and thats ok!” cause listen 1. get a towel 2. get the towel damp 3. put it on the lid and twist. BAM now men are completely useless. you, too, can open a jar. time to get a divorce
Every time I manage to open a lid I couldn’t get off with muscle power using applied physics, I feel like a freaking Star Fleet officer or something.