At the grocery store, I saw a piece of paper lying on the floor with the following written on it: Pasta-Tomatoes-Mozzarella-Ricotta-Red Lipstick and Lube. Which means my soul mate is out there somewhere.
It’s bizarre how the party of 'inclusiveness' rejects 'Trumpers', straight people, or anyone who dares to think differently, and instead favors fetus killing and not deporting illegals.
About a year ago I told my friend there’s plenty of fish in the sea. He's been divorced 3 times..Last I heard he is still sitting there holding his damn rod.
Hurry up and respond with one of your schooyard insults, cuck! Be a good dog. C'mon, just one before we give you time to catch up on all those handjobs at the local jail for rent money 😂