That’s how it’s done in my country. If you hear the dangly bits scraping on the roof of your truck, you won’t fit.
You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
Oh but the pusher is a monster
Good God, he’s not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Goin to sell you lots of sweet dreams.
Ah…but the pusher will ruin your body;
Lord he’ll leave your mind to scream.
What is love?
Does this canadian pill addict psychologist sound like Kermit?
Yeah, he thought it was a different kind of BBC notifications. ಠ◡ಠ
Then where is the skull’s huge horn?
It’s not just amateur nography, it’s professional nography.
Bachelor chow. Now with flavor.
Oh my god, you’re woke!
Why did she turn into Kermit?
Better stay away from !dadjokes@lemmy.world
Or hunt3r