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Discussion in 'News' started by SWfan, Jun 14, 2013.
She IS ugly, but errybody knows prostitute =/= supermodel.
HELLO POLICE? I COULDN'T GET LAID!
What a dumb fuck, he should have called the firefighters.
i dont blame him one bit. you call whoever you gotta call.
The only appropriate response in this situation is to throw acid in her face or hold her face against a lit stove. Make the whore die screaming in pain.
Here we say "A hole is a hole, and a dick is blind"
I see what you did there.
He should of ditched her and go to @messyjessie
If you're fucking an angry feminist, call some sexist police officers.
If you're fucking a burn victim, call the firemen.
If you're fucking a toothed- lady call the paramedics.
If you're fucking a corpse, call ghostbusters.
If you're fucking a furry, call Animal Control.
If you're fucking a brony, call Animal Control.
If you're fucking an inmate, call the warden.
If you're fucking doll, call @Trixie.
If you're fucking the warden, call jailbot.
Back in my day, whores maintained a strong relationship with their customers through honesty.
Moral decline of society.
@Trixie You fat tub of cheese curds.
Respond to me, pls. How did your surgery go?
Are you less obese or do you still eat like yolo?
This is such a depressing news story. I don't know what's more depressing: The idea of a really ugly prostitute or a really attractive prostitute.
That's the goddamn truth. It all went down somewhere in the 70's. The women's liberation movement really gave prostitutes the idea that even the ugliest of them could score a night with monetarily privileged men such as myself. I remember going to gentlemen clubs in '52 and it was a real fancy place. You know, the whole English manor look. It had its own staff, and it was really like a hotel, except that the main attractions were lively, young women, who could play piano, sing, and play girlfriend who also happened to screw you as a matter of business. It wasn't cheap, but it sure was worth it.
He meant on Route 52.
Thanks for enlightening me (but I still think you're a dipshit)
You're French. Remember that.
I may be French but unlike you I have the balls to tell where I come from, while you keep talking about your tribe without mentioning what tribe it is.
Speaking of my balls, here is a photo of them with your name on it.