June 2011
May 2011
Stop it, Stop it
None of this pot shit
Everybody know I’m a mother fuckin’ lobster
I’ma need to get these rubber bands off my claws bitch
I’ma need to get these rubber bands off my claws bitch
uh, Best boilin me live head down, huh
Less sauce, more bread right now, huh
Is my shell more red than the devil is
Are you bout to eat me with some butter bitch?
” —Lobster (via noonemanshouldhaveallthatflour)He and Childish Gambino rocked my world tonight. Seeing him in Baltimore tomorrow. FUCK YES.
I’ll admit that there may be some good reasons to bring along your significant other when you hit the gym, like providing her with the opportunity to do something about the hail damage on her ass, but in my opinion, the costs outweigh any potential benefits.
Convincing her to work out is great, but send her to pilates or Curves instead.The gym is my version of church, and I’m a deeply religious man in this sense. I don’t want my wife interfering with my prayer sessions, and neither should you.
A nice sexist Wednesday article from Fox News Health
thanks, recycleafteruse
………………..I can’t.
So, basically, your woman must be fit, gorgeous, thin but Amber Rose curvy, but must not actually need to attend a gym in order to achieve this and DEFINITELY not go to the gym with you because you must… worship? On the treadmill?
I’d lay down $5 that this guy hasn’t gotten laid in years, much less had anything approximating a meaningful relationship. Disgusting.