Holy balls of fire! You are the rooster king!!! Oh my dear sweet drooling, poopin’, crying baby Jesus that is one of the most bizarre things I’ve ever seen. I’m more in awe and impressed than I am angry you go out in public like this. Wow! Is that a neck beard or overgrown chest hair…you know what, I don’t even care. Either way I will follow you into the depths of hell.
I don’t care who you are, you can never be too safe. Happy Valentine’s Day!
I probably get too excited when I see old people doing some immature fun stuff because it gives me that hope that I’ll never actually grow up and change. That makes me happy.
Ohhh sweet pearly whites of winter, it’s never a good thing when it looks like you can tuck the old boys into your hip pockets. Seriously, cleavage isn’t suppose to start at your bellybutton.