theselener: theselener: theselener: what’s the richest kind of air billionaire i lost 2 followers from this in like 6 seconds
louderdecibelle: koizumim: really though if breasts, butts and legs are so distracting to men, to the point they cant function why arent they that distracting to lesbians and at that point why isnt the penis bulge and legs not distracting enough to gay men to warrant men being put under the same dress codes #spoilers: its because its bullshit
yesimbeyonce: visualscott: yesimbeyonce: it’s almost June. The sixth month of the year and we still don’t have a new OFFICIAL single from Beyonce. The year is halfway over and don’t have so much as a fucking date for the release of the single. welcome to the club we’ll get through this
1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
tushi: why is the news breaking. who broke it. how much are repairs
harrydward: wurnbo: *raises hand in class* can i jump out the window i don’t know, can you?