>I died somewhere around 1734
Drink it straight out of the bottle, anon.
You should be able to get back to the Crusades before your liver sloshes out of your toenails.
>I died somewhere around 1734
Drink it straight out of the bottle, anon.
You should be able to get back to the Crusades before your liver sloshes out of your toenails.
>There is so much fat acceptance
Bullshit
Fat chicks are abhorred nearly as much as trannies.
But at least they aren't faggots.
A broke ass nigga might put up with that yeasty fat stank just for free room and sammiches, but he's always gonna know it's the bottom of the barrel.
>You two deserve each other. Then you'll never have to talk to women again.
Anon doesn't mind talking to women.
It's listening to them that's painful.
>WHY?
Because they babble about nothing, and make no sense, even to themselves.
It's idiotic talk, just to talk.
>How was your day, dear?
Guy answer is two, maybe three words. Four if he got a raise.
Woman answer is a fifteen minute story about Jenny from accounting.
>been happily married 37 yrs, you presumptuous fuckwit
Well, at least one side of your marriage is happy.