and mustaches really creep me out... paired as a beard or a goatee, they're fine, but just plain mustaches really really creep me out... :tdown:
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and mustaches really creep me out... paired as a beard or a goatee, they're fine, but just plain mustaches really really creep me out... :tdown:
considering you're a hispanic woman you're only 3 or 4 years away from having your own mustache so you'd better get used to the idea
i'll start taking up lip waxing if i ever get one... they're gross!!
hipster irony
a little bit of hair is gross but licking someone's shitpipe is just fine and dandy
Dear hipsters,
Mustaches are not "cool", nor are they even the slightest bit attractive. STAHP!!!
<3 Ramen
lol look at my handlebar mustache and little pony shirt oh yeah check out this mario tattoo on my back too
ramen any truth to the rumor that you have a tramp stamp that says "shit was so ca$h"?
ramen walks into a bar... and licks everybody's butt hole
hipsters always try to grow mustaches, but they have genetically low test or something and it always grows in like nasty peach fuzz
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ehh... don't remember much of a mustache... but i do remember the smell of department store cologne, pills, and failure...
meeting up with a fat spic from the internet is a failure onto itself
look at that chain, tho!!
wait who is that?
also lol for big bert being protective of his #1 butt licker
also did you like that lesbians snatch?
also cocks
big bert's stupid, even if he has to resort to meeting girls on the internet he can do a hell of a lot better than you
yeah i've seen one of his exes and she was really pretty, but i dunno... he used to drunk dial me and in a mean way, confess his love for me but tell me he'd never be with me unless i lost weight. lol... he'd be like "you know we're going to end up together!! you're the only girl i can be myself with and the only girl who understands me! i'll ask you to marry me if you lose some weight..." and i'm like, "fuck you, you're drunk. fuck off."
and now that i'm "looseing wait", he has tried to re-add me on facebook, but i won't accept his friend request.
talk about your low self esteem... "It is my destiny to end up with a fat buttlicking spic I met on /b/"
Was your dad the race traitor?
and then there's this husband of yours. Maybe it's a regional thing, maybe in the deep south people have diffewrent tastes because I can say without a shadow of a doubt you would not be in high demand in connecticut and would likely die a spinster
I'm 29 and still have acne too ;) And being a bit of a tomboy I refuse wearing makeup except for very rare occasions, so I know that problem
the last time was about 2-3 years ago and I was at the pub and a guy grabbed my ass and I yelled told him off seriously and he just grinned and laughed at me, I walked away... later on in the night he grabbed my ass again as I was walking past and I yelled at him and told him I wasn't going to tell him again, he again just grinned and laughed at me.... then a bit later he grabbed my ass and I turned around and started punching him the face and he fell down and I kept punching him and then the bouncer picked me up and carried me over to a table, got me a beer and threw the guy out and then gave me a talking to about how all I needed to do if anyone was bothering me was to come and tell him and he would get rid of them and that I didn't have to do what I did etc....
the time before that was probably about 10 years ago and I was at my x fiance's younger sister's 18th birthday and I was shitfaced drunk but I went outide and there were 3 girls sitting around crying and I started asking the guys what was going on... what was going on was there was a big asshole who was shitfaced drunk over at the drinks table and one of the girls was his g/f and he had already grabbed 2 of the other girls and started getting on with their face and wouldn't get off and so I made one of the guys point him out to me and he was at the drink table with everyone giving him a wide berth so I decided to go talk to him so I walked up to the drinks table and got a glass and poured myself a drink, I put the drink down and turned to him and he literally just grabbed me and started getting on with my face, I was trying to push him off but he wouldn't stop so i punched him the face... he staggered back, looked a bit daze and then just punched and decked me... I got up and punched him back... he decked me again... I got up again and he decked me and then that time I thought "this is unproductive" and I was seeing red by this stage so I got up, grabbed my glass and put it in his face... he dropped and there was blood and I was really angry and upset so I ran around and everyone ran away from me (I had gone psycho) and there was a big log people were sitting on and I tried to throw it but couldn't even hardly lift it and then ran over to a garden bed and grabbed a bit of brick and ran back over the guy and stood over him and raised the brick and then someone screamed "LISA! NO!" and then I slammed the brick bit down next to his head and cried and told them to call an ambulance and then I went inside and cried all night with my x fiance and his friend looking after me and the guy went to hospital and needed stitches in his face and when I woke up in the morning and went outside the guys that were still there shook my hand.
sorry for party rockin!!
wait that is bob hughes :what: hahahahaha