No, there are a whole series of fairy tales that begin with ‘If elected, I promise...’
Thứ Ba, 6 tháng 11, 2018
[NSFW] I told ya mom!
911, what's your emergency?
"I'm masturbating too much"
Sir, that's not really a problem.
"One sec. DID YOU HEAR THAT MOM? NOW GET OFF MY CASE!
A horny lion and a horny mouse
agree to fuck each other.
The lion informs the mouse "I'm the king of the jungle with a reputation to uphold, therefore must do this in hiding and I must go first. " The mouse replies "You're so large, you'll fuck me to death, let me go first then when I'm done you can have your turn". The lion reluctantly agrees.
The mouse begins to fuck the lion and right after he busts his nut, he runs away.
The lion notices what has happened and begins to chase the mouse.
The mouse, hoping to take disguise, finds a seat at a table. He grabs a newspaper and begins to casually read it, hoping the lion passes him by.
The lion urgently asks "Have you seen a little mouse run past here!?"
The mouse replies "Do you mean the mouse that fucked you in the ass?"
Horrified, the lion gasps: "Its in the newspaper already!?"
People Are Getting Rich Selling T-Shirts Online — With No Overhead, No Inventory And No Investment
People Are Getting Rich Selling T-Shirts Online — With No Overhead, No Inventory And No Investment
Companies like Teespring, Redbubble and Merch by Amazon have sprung up this decade to fuel the passive income industry. Their sole function is to handle the logistics of printing and shipping while paying out design royalties to people like Glen Zubia, whose bestsellers have said things like "Awesome Since 1978" and "Born in Chicago."
November 5, 2018 at 11:21PM
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This is a mean joke.
A physicist, an engineer, and a statistician go on a hunting trip, they are walking through the woods when they spot a deer in a clearing. The physicist calculates the distance of the target, the velocity and drop of the bullet, adjusts his rifle and fires, missing the deer 5 feet to the left. The engineer rolls his eyes. 'You forgot to account for wind. Give it here', he snatches the rifle, licks his finger and estimates the speed and direction of the wind and fires, missing the deer 5 feet to the right. Suddenly, the statistician claps his hands and yells "We got him!"
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