I used to give out love coupons when I was a tween and teen.
Note to self: Do not check the blog’s email with children in the room. No, really. This picture frightened a small child. These testes frighten me as well as I am convinced they have been crafted from play dough.
From the submitter:
This is in regards to “Cancer Selfies” the most ridiculous, self centred act the internet has birthed. Donating and bringing awareness every single day would do more than taking photos of one’s naked mug.
Nothing says charity like the humblebrag, except for the bafflingly misplaced humblebrag.
Whatever you do, don’t cross Diane. She’ll fashion a shiv out of a fork and fork you good.
I have come to a place where I look at this and feel nothing but relief. Relief that they didn’t post pictures of the blow-job that followed the steaks. I have become jaded.
Wenchamatic? Is that the name of a new sex robot?
I can’t use any exclamation points because THEY STOLE ALL THE EXCLAMATION MARKS.
Some things are better left unsaid and some people are better left unfucked.
Theresa, you’re welcome to come and play with us any time. “[S]hared your little pecker with a friend”!
I want Stephen to be my Valentine. I don’t think anyone can beat Stephen’s comeback, but you’re welcome to try!
I hope your VD was filled with joy and laughter, and empty of passive-aggressive guilt trips.
This isn’t a Valentine’s love message. This is a pre-break-up list of cons.