What do you like more: his sick, toned body, his very reasonably sized package, or his feather duster? Oh right, or his studded leather outfit that you might find hidden deep in your dad’s closet with a spiral notebook that has “I hate fags” written over and over on every page? There is no right answer—they are all great. Comments/Enlarge |
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Sloppy drunk chicks are a bummer when they’re poor but when they’re rich it gives off an FTW thing that kind of unites us all. Comments/Enlarge |
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